If it was that important they would still be calling, wouldn't they? If they want you, they will come and find you ...
[ His lips skate over a forehead, nose nuzzling at a crown. The blankets creep up higher of seemingly their own accord as Loki wraps his arms around him. ]
[ Loki makes a very good point, though. If it was really all that urgent, they'd call again. Or have Una page him. Or come bang on his door.
He doesn't want to pull away from this little cocoon of blankets and their slowly-cooling bodies, Loki's winter-green scent thoroughly entrenched in his senses once more. He's warm, and comfortable, and it's late.
The ship won't fall apart if he doesn't pick up his comm. Right? ]
[ All mine. Loki tangles his legs with Chris's, relaxed to a point. After a short period of peaceful silence, he remembers Chris's request from earlier and a low tune starts in his chest as he sings under his breath as much to honour his word as to keep him in bed. ]
Down by the icy river Gjöll, Wander far and to Garm come, Pass her bark and skip her bite, Ten days ride through day and night.
Fret not, dear heart, Welcome to the storm, Welcome to my table Bring your hunger.
O'er bright plains, 'thru dark woods, Fly past mountains' crystal hoods, There on a hill sits Asgard gold, Home to heroes young and old.
Fret not, dear heart, Welcome to the storm, Welcome to my table Show your hunger.
Past pillars shining, ceilings yawning, Horns that howl and strings a'soaring, Here we rest in her finest hall, Valhalla is safe and warm.
Fret not, dear heart, Welcome to the storm, Welcome to my table Sate your hunger.
[ Chris is used to hearing voices from all nations, all planets, so a slight variation in accent isn't really worth noticing most days. The Universal Translator does a decent job of compensating for that, most of the time, regardless.
But listening to Loki sing, hearing his voice vibrate up through his chest, Chris is struck by the lilting accent that colors each syllable, just different enough to be noteworthy, to be unique.
Smiling, he presses a kiss to the skin beneath his lips and then lets himself be soothed by the song sung in his ear, slowly drifting off into sleep. ]
[ A good few hours pass undisturbed until the chirp of that communicator starts going off again, waking Loki up near instantly. At first his frown seems to kill it off but then something on the wall goes off instead and he sighs, giving Chris's hair a gentle tug. ]
Hey ... [ A kiss buffs Chris's cheek. ] Wake up, handsome, you have an incoming call.
[ Dimly, through the veil of sleep, Chris hears his communicator chirp again. It's a sound he's been trained to respond to, one that grabs his attention nearly no matter what he's doing, and he starts to rouse when he hears it on pure instinct alone, until it quiets.
Letting himself sink back down, he makes a contented noise in the back of his throat, only to have a different sound start up, one that prompts the fingers in his hair to tug. ]
Mmh. [ Frowning, he heaves a disgruntled sigh, but forces himself to blink his eyes open. ] Damn it.
[ The last time he ignored his communicator, Bob commandeered a shuttle and tracked him down, nearly spooking his horse into bolting straight out from under him. While it's unlikely a shuttle could touch down in his quarters, he wouldn't put it past anyone to try and break down the door in the event of an emergency, so he reluctantly makes himself roll away from the body in his arms and pushes himself up into a sitting position.
The vid panel on his wall chimes at him again, pleasant and grating, and he curses. ] Fine, fine. I'm up, Jesus Christ.
[ He allows himself the indulgence of prolonging the kiss for a second or two more, leaning up into Loki's touch before sending him on his way with a playful swat to his backside.
As much as he doesn't want him to feel like he needs to hide himself away, it probably is for the best. Chris isn't quite ready to explain why there's someone in his bed right now, especially if that someone isn't actually part of the crew manifest and isn't technically supposed to be on board.
Climbing out of bed, he reaches for a robe to quickly pull over himself, before going to answer the call. ]
[ Loki spends fifteen minutes in the shower undoing all the deliciously filthy things done to him the night before, returning just as naked but spruced-up by comparison. He leans in the bedroom doorway, hand on a cocked hip as he listens for whether the call is over or not, tactfully waiting. ]
[ Chris supposes he should have anticipated Spock's "Captain, are you...naked?" question, complete with slightly-arched eyebrow — he did deserve it, after all — but out of all the crew to call him at this hour, he has to admit he's grateful it's Spock.
Even the sight of his captain swaddled in a robe with his hair a mess and conspicuous bruises just barely peeking out isn't enough to make Spock's professional composure crack, so he doesn't have to come up with any excuses he hasn't thought through yet. At some point, he'll probably have to explain himself, but that point won't be right now.
His report is brief and concise, which means by the time Loki has finished with the sonic shower, Chris is signing off. ]
[ Leaning back in his chair, Chris makes room for the naked godling climbing into his lap, stroking his hands up and down Loki's flanks with an admiring hum as he gets comfortable. ]
We should be grateful it was just Spock, he won't gossip about it. Probably.
[ Assuming Spock's screen wasn't viewable to anyone else, that is. If someone in the sciences lab got a glimpse of Chris looking like he just got laid, the rumor mill is going to light up like a beacon in no time. ]
The ship's been collecting data on a nearby nebula. I told him I wanted updates as soon as the numbers were crunched. He took that directive literally. [ He shrugs, smiling a little, and squeezes Loki's hips. ] Vulcans, you know.
[ Purring happily as he wriggles atop his most comfortable of seats, he drapes his arms around Chris's neck and plays with his already ruined hair. A sticky kiss takes up a long moment of his time, relishing the heat of Chris all over again, and then he asks, ]
[ Allowing himself to smile as Loki fiddles with his hair, undoubtedly making it look even more sex-mussed, Chris hums and glides his hands up and down the long, lean line of Loki's bare back, just enjoying being able to touch. ]
No. [ After a second: ] Well. Maybe later. Not right now, though.
Well, I wasn't going to walk right into it bare-ass naked, not even for you.
[ A little braid is being made down one of Chris's temples as far as his hair reaches, kisses dotting his cheek as he and Loki schmooze, procrastinating. ]
Someone with an ego about his skills in the kitchen promised me breakfast.
I wouldn't be surprised if you had. It's a nice ass.
[ As Chris would know, considering he's been up-close and personal with it a lot over the last twelve hours. Also, he knows Loki well enough to know he enjoys being admired; if he wanted to waltz naked into a nebula, Chris wouldn't exactly find it out of character for him.
He might be jealous of other people getting to admire the sight he presents, but that's another story. ]
Mm, breakfast. [ Chris lets his head loll a little to one side to check his clock against the far wall; technically it's morning, not too early to eat, but he's still feeling lazy after all his exertion last night. ] In a minute.
[ Chris groans, not really protesting, his fingertips dimpling the smooth skin of Loki's thighs as he squeezes him in response to the day his hips undulate in his lap. ]
Baby... [ The spirit may be willing, but Chris is pretty sure the flesh is too weak to get it up again, no matter how tempting Loki may be as he perches in his lap like some sort of naked concubine, those bright green eyes of his calculating. ] I'm a mess.
[ Chris wasn't the one who got to shower yet, who knows what fluids are still sticking to his body. ]
[ Black nails run up lightly from the root of Chris's cock through the hairs up his navel, migrating to safer seas as he reads Chris's body-language and pets his abs. ]
Want some company in the shower, or do you need to get your Boss Man head screwed on again before I screw it off today?
[ He is a little regretful when he feels Loki's hand drift away from his groin, but Chris doesn't chase him down about it, Spock's report having tripped some switch in the back of his head that's starting to shift him from Just Chris back into Captain Pike without him even realizing it's happening.
He lifts his chin a little to steal a quick kiss. ]
That shower stall is tiny. Why don't you poke around a little, see if you can find something embarrassing in all my stuff. I'll be out in two minutes.
[ Chris isn't dumb enough to hang on to anything truly embarrassing for himself, especially not on a vessel that isn't even technically his. If there was going to be anything sentimental or incriminating hidden in all his stuff, he'd keep it at home, where it would be safe.
Maybe one day Loki will follow him back to Earth and he'll get to see. ]
I'd offer to show you where everything is, but I'm sure you'll figure it out on your own.
[ As Loki heads in the direction of the kitchen the same green glimmer as Chris has now seen a dozen times ripples over him, adding his blue uniform and parting his hair to one side in a neat sweep: Lieutenant Lukas shoots his captain a wink over a shoulder. ]
Go get scrubbed up before I allow you to touch me again, sir.
[ Chris laughs as Loki slips out of his arms and minces off towards the kitchen, his sparkling green magic dressing him unfairly quickly. ]
Oh, is that how it is?
[ Shaking his head, he takes himself off towards the bathroom, figuring he might as well get this over and done with as quickly as possible.
The sonic refresher can be quick, just a minute or so of standing in the cubicle while the waves sluice off whatever grime has accumulated on his skin, but it always feels weird, leaving him with his skin tingling strangely as he steps out and allows himself to indulge in a full-body shiver to try and buck off the weird crawling feeling that lingers. It's hard to beat the efficiency of it, though, which is one of the main reasons he continues to use it daily instead of the more luxurious water shower.
Dressing in his uniform pants and black undershirt but not bothering with the gold tunic just yet, he quickly runs a comb through his hair before deciding that's good enough, and chances are Loki will want to mess up whatever he tries to do to it before his shift starts anyway, so there's no point in getting too attached to one style.
Wearing socks but no shoes, he steps back out into the main living area and heads towards the kitchen, spreading his hands. ]
[ Had Chris owned a water shower system Loki would have vanished for half an hour, fifteen minutes was purely because of his dislike of the sonics. He assumes Chris will take longer since this is his home and helps himself to the replicator once he deems the ingredients in the cupboards lacking.
Five minutes later his sleeves and the front of his shirt are white with flour as he mixes the wet ingredients in with the dry, the scent of vanilla in the air. He adjusts the heat on the stove and starts spooning in his first pancake. ]
That was fast! And not yet, unless you behave yourself.
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[ His lips skate over a forehead, nose nuzzling at a crown. The blankets creep up higher of seemingly their own accord as Loki wraps his arms around him. ]
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[ Loki makes a very good point, though. If it was really all that urgent, they'd call again. Or have Una page him. Or come bang on his door.
He doesn't want to pull away from this little cocoon of blankets and their slowly-cooling bodies, Loki's winter-green scent thoroughly entrenched in his senses once more. He's warm, and comfortable, and it's late.
The ship won't fall apart if he doesn't pick up his comm. Right? ]
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Down by the icy river Gjöll,
Wander far and to Garm come,
Pass her bark and skip her bite,
Ten days ride through day and night.
Fret not, dear heart,
Welcome to the storm,
Welcome to my table
Bring your hunger.
O'er bright plains, 'thru dark woods,
Fly past mountains' crystal hoods,
There on a hill sits Asgard gold,
Home to heroes young and old.
Fret not, dear heart,
Welcome to the storm,
Welcome to my table
Show your hunger.
Past pillars shining, ceilings yawning,
Horns that howl and strings a'soaring,
Here we rest in her finest hall,
Valhalla is safe and warm.
Fret not, dear heart,
Welcome to the storm,
Welcome to my table
Sate your hunger.
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But listening to Loki sing, hearing his voice vibrate up through his chest, Chris is struck by the lilting accent that colors each syllable, just different enough to be noteworthy, to be unique.
Smiling, he presses a kiss to the skin beneath his lips and then lets himself be soothed by the song sung in his ear, slowly drifting off into sleep. ]
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Hey ... [ A kiss buffs Chris's cheek. ] Wake up, handsome, you have an incoming call.
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Letting himself sink back down, he makes a contented noise in the back of his throat, only to have a different sound start up, one that prompts the fingers in his hair to tug. ]
Mmh. [ Frowning, he heaves a disgruntled sigh, but forces himself to blink his eyes open. ] Damn it.
[ The last time he ignored his communicator, Bob commandeered a shuttle and tracked him down, nearly spooking his horse into bolting straight out from under him. While it's unlikely a shuttle could touch down in his quarters, he wouldn't put it past anyone to try and break down the door in the event of an emergency, so he reluctantly makes himself roll away from the body in his arms and pushes himself up into a sitting position.
The vid panel on his wall chimes at him again, pleasant and grating, and he curses. ] Fine, fine. I'm up, Jesus Christ.
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I'll be in the sonic shower, hiding like a dirty secret.
[ With a wink, he heads out to give him some privacy. ]
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As much as he doesn't want him to feel like he needs to hide himself away, it probably is for the best. Chris isn't quite ready to explain why there's someone in his bed right now, especially if that someone isn't actually part of the crew manifest and isn't technically supposed to be on board.
Climbing out of bed, he reaches for a robe to quickly pull over himself, before going to answer the call. ]
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Even the sight of his captain swaddled in a robe with his hair a mess and conspicuous bruises just barely peeking out isn't enough to make Spock's professional composure crack, so he doesn't have to come up with any excuses he hasn't thought through yet. At some point, he'll probably have to explain himself, but that point won't be right now.
His report is brief and concise, which means by the time Loki has finished with the sonic shower, Chris is signing off. ]
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[ Sashaying his way over with a laugh, he climbs in Chris's lap to get comfortable and demands kisses. ]
What did they want?
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We should be grateful it was just Spock, he won't gossip about it. Probably.
[ Assuming Spock's screen wasn't viewable to anyone else, that is. If someone in the sciences lab got a glimpse of Chris looking like he just got laid, the rumor mill is going to light up like a beacon in no time. ]
The ship's been collecting data on a nearby nebula. I told him I wanted updates as soon as the numbers were crunched. He took that directive literally. [ He shrugs, smiling a little, and squeezes Loki's hips. ] Vulcans, you know.
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[ Purring happily as he wriggles atop his most comfortable of seats, he drapes his arms around Chris's neck and plays with his already ruined hair. A sticky kiss takes up a long moment of his time, relishing the heat of Chris all over again, and then he asks, ]
Want me to investigate the nebula for you?
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No. [ After a second: ] Well. Maybe later. Not right now, though.
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[ A little braid is being made down one of Chris's temples as far as his hair reaches, kisses dotting his cheek as he and Loki schmooze, procrastinating. ]
Someone with an ego about his skills in the kitchen promised me breakfast.
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[ As Chris would know, considering he's been up-close and personal with it a lot over the last twelve hours. Also, he knows Loki well enough to know he enjoys being admired; if he wanted to waltz naked into a nebula, Chris wouldn't exactly find it out of character for him.
He might be jealous of other people getting to admire the sight he presents, but that's another story. ]
Mm, breakfast. [ Chris lets his head loll a little to one side to check his clock against the far wall; technically it's morning, not too early to eat, but he's still feeling lazy after all his exertion last night. ] In a minute.
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If I'm the only one hungry here, I'm going to have to improvise ...
[ Like the way one of his hands slides down to get inside Chris's robe and glide over his cock, green eyes peering intently in between kisses. ]
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Baby... [ The spirit may be willing, but Chris is pretty sure the flesh is too weak to get it up again, no matter how tempting Loki may be as he perches in his lap like some sort of naked concubine, those bright green eyes of his calculating. ] I'm a mess.
[ Chris wasn't the one who got to shower yet, who knows what fluids are still sticking to his body. ]
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[ Black nails run up lightly from the root of Chris's cock through the hairs up his navel, migrating to safer seas as he reads Chris's body-language and pets his abs. ]
Want some company in the shower, or do you need to get your Boss Man head screwed on again before I screw it off today?
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He lifts his chin a little to steal a quick kiss. ]
That shower stall is tiny. Why don't you poke around a little, see if you can find something embarrassing in all my stuff. I'll be out in two minutes.
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That just means there's nothing of secret worth in this place.
[ Loki slides off Chris's lap, offering to tug him up at last. ]
I'll get breakfast started, how about that?
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Maybe one day Loki will follow him back to Earth and he'll get to see. ]
I'd offer to show you where everything is, but I'm sure you'll figure it out on your own.
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[ As Loki heads in the direction of the kitchen the same green glimmer as Chris has now seen a dozen times ripples over him, adding his blue uniform and parting his hair to one side in a neat sweep: Lieutenant Lukas shoots his captain a wink over a shoulder. ]
Go get scrubbed up before I allow you to touch me again, sir.
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Oh, is that how it is?
[ Shaking his head, he takes himself off towards the bathroom, figuring he might as well get this over and done with as quickly as possible.
The sonic refresher can be quick, just a minute or so of standing in the cubicle while the waves sluice off whatever grime has accumulated on his skin, but it always feels weird, leaving him with his skin tingling strangely as he steps out and allows himself to indulge in a full-body shiver to try and buck off the weird crawling feeling that lingers. It's hard to beat the efficiency of it, though, which is one of the main reasons he continues to use it daily instead of the more luxurious water shower.
Dressing in his uniform pants and black undershirt but not bothering with the gold tunic just yet, he quickly runs a comb through his hair before deciding that's good enough, and chances are Loki will want to mess up whatever he tries to do to it before his shift starts anyway, so there's no point in getting too attached to one style.
Wearing socks but no shoes, he steps back out into the main living area and heads towards the kitchen, spreading his hands. ]
Well, Lieutenant. Am I allowed near you yet?
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Five minutes later his sleeves and the front of his shirt are white with flour as he mixes the wet ingredients in with the dry, the scent of vanilla in the air. He adjusts the heat on the stove and starts spooning in his first pancake. ]
That was fast! And not yet, unless you behave yourself.
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