open post | psls | memes.

[ikols]

( NON-GAME THREADS. )

Comments

[ikols]

Hah! You're a horse boy.

[ Cackling, Loki tucks into his meal of mayo-mash, braised honey salmon, and spicy grilled veggies. ]

[primedirectives]

[ There's a lot Chris could say in response to that, but all he does is give Loki a significant look before tilting his chin to indicate the green hologram horse still standing off to one side.

If anyone's a horse boy in this room, it sure isn't Chris. ]

[ikols]

[ Ey! The noise he makes through his mouthful disagrees. ]

His father Svaldifari was a good-looking stallion, and I know you know what I mean when I say that!

[primedirectives]

[ Smirking, looking very pleased with himself, Chris just takes another bite of his salmon and then gestures with his fork like he's raising his hands in supplication, a silent I didn't say anything as he chews. ]

[ikols]

[ He flicks some mash at Chris. ]

Well, now you'll just have to imagine how I look as a horse because you're never being shown.

[primedirectives]

[ Laughing, Chris wipes the blob of potato mash off his sleeve from where it landed and pushes out from his seat, moving around Loki — pausing absently to run his (clean) fingers through his hair to push it out of the way so he can bend down and brush a kiss to Loki's forehead — so that he can get a bottle of wine from the refrigerator and collect some glasses for them both. ]

I've seen a lot of horses in my life. I'm sure I can imagine it.

[ikols]

[ His head tips back into the touch, soaking it up. Wine gets an excited wiggle on his seat. ]

You know I'm a frost giant, right? Did I mention that?

[primedirectives]

[ Chris is a generous pourer when it comes to alcohol, and tonight is no different; the glass he slides across the table sloshes appealingly, as does his own when he sets it down by his plate after taking a sip. ]

You've mentioned a lot of things.

[ikols]

I'm all icy. Watery. [ Maybe the former, not the latter. Loki takes a big swig of his wine, licking his lips. ] I'm wondering if you're trying to get me drunk.

[primedirectives]

One glass of wine is enough to get you drunk?

[ Even Chris's pours aren't that generous.

Nibbling on a spear of grilled zucchini, he raises his eyebrows across the table and nudges Loki's glass a little closer the instant he sets it down. ]

Maybe I am.

[ikols]

Not one, but ...

[ He taps the bottle and it refills itself, a wicked grin brightening his eyes. ]

Where did the officer and gentleman from the market go?

[primedirectives]

[ He shouldn't be surprised to see the way Loki can refill the half-empty bottle, considering everything else he's seen Loki do, but it still startles a little laugh out of him. ]

Now it looks like you're trying to get me drunk.

[ He shrugs, leaning back in his seat, swirling the liquid in his glass insolently. ]

What can I say? I contain multitudes.

[ikols]

You're so deep, Chris! Wow.

[ Laughter bubbles into his wine as he leans away, trying to avoid any retaliation. ]

Teach me about spaaace.

[primedirectives]

[ Chris just flicks a piece of vegetable at him before tucking back into his dinner. It's been a weird, long day, and he wound up skipping lunch so he's quite hungry. ]

You're thousands of years old, you don't need an atmo-suit to stand on the hull of my ship, and you're apparently a frost giant, to boot. I don't think you need me to teach you about space, baby.

[ikols]

So much huffing and puffing about my age. I'll teach you about whatever you want if you ask nicely.

[ Draaaagging his shin up Chris's leg! Innocent eyes rest on him over their dinner. ]

[primedirectives]

[ Chris continues to eat like absolutely nothing untoward is happening, watching Loki with faintly-raised eyebrows over their meal as he slides his foot up Chris's leg under the table. ]

Is this performance part of the apologetic mashed potatoes?

[ikols]

What performance? This is called flirting, you ancient old horse-man.

[ How dare!! ]

[primedirectives]

[ A clear wine glass doesn't do a great job at masking a smile, but Chris still tries to hide his behind it nonetheless. ]

Oh, is that what this is? Interesting.

[ikols]

[ Swallowing another gulp of wine, he puts it down with a petulant clink. ]

If you're going to be rude I'll go and sleep back in a vent.

[ 100% will not do that. ]

[primedirectives]

[ The pouting act has lost a little of its bite after such prolonged exposure, but Chris still plays along regardless, clicking his tongue and affecting a contrite frown that still doesn't quite hide the mirthful glitter of his eyes. ]

Aw, don't be like that, sweetheart.

[ Pushing out his chair slightly to make space between him and the table, he splays his legs a little and opens his arm, inviting. ]

Come here.

[ikols]

[ The way Loki holds onto the table as if it's a conscious effort to resist ...

He says very clearly, ] No.

[primedirectives]

No?

[ He's spotted those gripping fingers, Loki, the whites of his knuckles shining through his already-pale skin.

Time for a little pout of his own. ]

Are you sure? [ He pats his thigh and holds out his arm again. ] Daddy's feeling awfully lonely, baby. Come help me feel better.

[ikols]

[ Laughter bubbles up and he whines plaintively, reaching for his wine glass to finish it off instead of reaching for Chris. He can hide behind it, it's very useful. ]

That's not fair outside the bedroom!

[primedirectives]

[ He lets himself grin for a minute before schooling his expression back into one of wholly-innocent entreaty. ]

But I miss you.

[ikols]

Oh, fuck you and your fucking ... sex wine!

[ He's having more of it, CLUNK. Oops, that hit the rim of his glass a little hard, doesn't stop him filling it though. Yikes. Greedily, he pulls it toward him and sips noisily. ]

Maybe I'm too [ ... oh, what's the word, ignore the pause, ] complex to be taken in by this hustle of yours. Hustler, I say!