[ With a running commentary behind him as he explores, he swans around the kitchen and the dining table, staring at baking bread and tapping the furniture as he goes like a cat walking over everything in a house it knows it owns. ]
It's nice, I like it. Rustic. Is that a real fireplace? Oooh.
[ Loki cycles his way back over, sliding his hands up Chris's arms. ]
I hope you don't mind me getting all up in your space.
[ Watching Loki wandering around his house, Chris leans a hip against the kitchen island and pulls the towel off his shoulder to brush the worst of the flour off his hands and arms before dumping it on the counter beside him and taking his apron off to drop it beside it. He has a feeling he won't be getting too much cooking done after this, so it's a good thing he put a dutch oven of chili in the slow oven earlier today.
One eye on the timer counting down until the bread is finished, he shifts his stance to let Loki insinuate himself in nice and close. ]
I think I'll find a way to survive. [ A way like, perhaps, looping his arms around Loki's waist and tugging him in closer to he can kiss him again, nice and slow the way he wanted to when they met on the porch. ] It's good to see you again.
[ The kiss is slow and intimate in ways that make the hairs on the back of his neck rise, the excitement of being back with Chris a palpable energy in Loki's bones. He runs a hand up Chris's neck and leans in to steal more, shorter kisses, pecks between words since he can't get enough of being fussed and held. ]
I've missed you more than you can know, Christopher. Tell me how much you've missed me!
More than I can know? [ That seems to please him even if it is hyperbole, and he smiles through the barrage of little kisses Loki places upon him, his hands drifting to stroke and squeeze like he wants to touch all of him and can't decide where to start. ]
So much, sweet thing. [ He winkles his hands in beneath the hem of Loki's shirt so he can splay his fingers across his cool, smooth skin, pressing his palms gently but firmly into his back to keep him close. ] So much.
[ The timer dings behind them, loud and insistent, and Chris sighs. Letting himself steal one last kiss, he disentangles himself and slips out from between Loki's arms so he can go to the oven and open the door, using his previously discarded kitchen towel to protect his hands as he reaches inside to retrieve the cast iron dutch oven that holds the bread that's been filling the kitchen with the comforting scent of baking for the past half hour. ]
What have you been up to since you left? [ he asks over his shoulder, kneeing the oven shut and carrying the heavy iron pot over to where he left the cooling rack so he can tip out the bread boule somewhere it can cool effectively. ]
[ He could spend an eternity in Chris's arms, held fast by the hands that skim under his shirt and the heat of the man practically baked himself in the hot kitchen. Loki lets him go reluctantly and heads for the fridge to find a cold drink, attention on Chris acting like the most adorable house-husband Loki has even seen in movies or magazines. ]
We had a party in Asgard for Pride Month, invited all the realms over. Everyone had a boogie on the Bifrost bridge, you would have loved it.
[ The fridge has a couple different options to offer as far as beverages, from a pitcher of water, to juice, to a few bottles of beer and a bottle of wine chilling in the door, so whatever Loki is in the mood for, he should be able to find what he needs.
His lips quirking, Chris mouths boogie on the Bifrost. ]
[ Juice! Juice for Loki, he pours himself a glass and walks over to sniff the bread recently put on a cooling rack. His hand absently roams up Chris's side, runs around his waist and back. ]
It's a great big bridge flashing like a rainbow and you get teleported off the end of it to wherever you want to go. It's enormously lengthy so the party took place all along it, from the end where it drops off into space up to the golden castle proper. There were frost giants, humans, elves, dwarves ... I, ah, may have flirted quite heavily with Rúna the Valkyrie while I was deep in my cups.
It needs at least twenty minutes to cool, paws to yourself.
[ Or paws on Chris, that's fine. He's more than happy to have Loki's hands roam over him here in the privacy of his own kitchen, the slanting sunshine outside lending the already homey space an even cozier feel.
Listening to Loki describe the party, Chris is well aware his own imagination isn't nearly good enough to come up with an accurate picture of what it must have been like, but it sounds fun. It certainly sounds like Loki had fun, and he lets himself arch his eyebrow at the admission that he might have gotten a little too friendly with a Valkyrie, whatever that means. ]
Rúna, hm? [ He's not really feeling jealous, but he is disappointed that he wasn't there to witness it. Or to distract him when Loki got a little too messy drunk. ] Were they cute?
Rúna is one of Asgard's greatest warriors, she's terrifying.
[ That's a good enough answer because it was what attracted Loki to her. That, and the fact she didn't seem to like Loki at all until some tits were thrown in the mix; a fun conquest, it would have been.
But it didn't happen.
As he lays his head on Chris's shoulder he slouches to make up for the height difference, feeling out the lines of a strong back and shoulders. Of all the places Loki has been travelling, this is the only one he can truly relax in. ]
[ Chris likes powerful women. Maybe he'd have enjoyed watching the spectacle that would have been Loki trying to woo Rúna.
Loki slumps to tuck himself up against Chris's side and Chris automatically adjusts his stance to welcome him, leaning against the counter and draping both arms around Loki's torso to hold him close as he noses into that silky black hair, breathing in the familiar sharp scent of pine he'd missed so much. ]
What, did she turn you down? [ He almost sounds offended, like it's preposterous someone would decline the chance to sleep with Loki were they offered it. ]
[ An exasperated sigh leaves Loki as he raises his head, giving him an assessing look to see if he's being teased. He tugs on the back of Chris's shirt in faint annoyance. ]
I didn't fuck her because, as I've said, I missed you beyond the telling. [ Pink-cheeked, he amends out of irritation, ] Obtuse as you are.
Chris makes a valiant effort at keeping a straight face, though his dimples are starting to show which undercuts his sincerity a little, but his mirth fades into a painful sort of fondness when he sees Loki's cross little expression and hears his explanation. ]
Sweetheart. [ He leans in to kiss those pink cheeks, lifting his hands up to cup Loki's jaw, his thumbs brushing over his skin lightly. ] I'm sorry, I shouldn't tease. I missed you too.
[ He suspected, it's nice to have it spelled out in kisses and smiles though. Loki wriggles in Chris's arms and at first it might seem like he's just nuzzling at his neck to be affectionate but then there happen to be a missing handful of inches off his height and his face is buried in the curve of Chris's throat which he only just reaches.
Loki lets his weight go lax against Chris from knee to shoulder, holding onto him like he's the last piece of driftwood in the solar sea. His voice comes muffled. ]
Other things came to pass too, while I was away. I don't want to think about them anymore, not while we're together.
[ Loki shrinking a little so he fits better in Chris's arms is met with the same equanimity as most of his other shapeshifting tricks: a little moment of surprise, but then an easy acceptance and a resuming of previous affection.
Chris drops his arms to fold them over Loki's back, tucking him in close against his front, one hand lifted just enough to cup the back of his head and keep him nestled in against Chris's throat as he nuzzles a little at the top of his head. ]
Okay. [ He gives him a little squeeze, a grounding hug. Is he curious about what might have happened to leave Loki so affected that he's literally shrunk himself down to hide against Chris's chest? Of course he is. But Loki will tell him when he's ready, and unless those things affect Chris too, it's really none of his business. He'll be told or he won't, but it's not going to change hos he feels about or how he acts around his boyfriend. ] Whatever you need, baby, I'll give it to you.
[ He's a god, an interdimensional and time-travelling wanderer, living myth with irrepressible power, but in Chris's arms he can smell fresh bread baked just for him and he feels like he has never needed anything so much as to eat it. It will heal all wounds more effectively than a golden apple of Idunn, he's certain. ]
There's chili, too, if you're hungry. Once the bread is finished resting.
[ Chris has always had an irrepressible need to care for those around him, to make sure that they're comfortable and safe, to look out for them and provide for them as best he can. It's just his good luck that Loki seems to appreciate that instinct.
He is also aware that bakes for me encompasses more than just the bread cooling on the counter beside them, and he tilts his chin down to press a kiss to the top of Loki's head in response. ]
It's been fairly quiet since you left. We delivered a new batch of battery cells to a Federation outpost not too far from the nebula we dropped those sharks off at, the only really exciting thing to come out of that was another little skirmish with some Romulan dogfighters, but that didn't last very long as they don't like encroaching too far into Federation space, so they fled pretty quickly. It hastened our return to Earth, though, since some of the damage we sustained could only be repaired in space dock, and the brass wanted us nearby so I could be dragged into participating in an incredibly tedious meeting between Earth and some of our newest Federation members. Not that I did that much while being there, but it was more for optics than anything else.
[ He can multitask, case in point zoning out as he hangs onto Chris like a stray burr picked up in a field while also digesting everything he hears. That his lover is so very capable and clever is a balm to Loki's nerves, he doesn't need to pander or pretend in order to stay interested in Chris's life in its own right, he just is. It must be the same when he talks about things like dancing on a rainbow bridge, he supposes, new and fascinating details in abundance that he wouldn't experience otherwise.
And there's chili, too. Of course there is, Chris is a genius. ]
I hope you kept your yawns in the single digits. [ Meetings, ew. ] I'm glad the dogfighters didn't cause your ship too much damage.
[ The ship being Chris's real home, darling though the house is. ]
[ Sensing Loki isn't all that interested in the details but instead just wants to be here to listen to Chris speak, he lets himself drone on for a bit about the minutiae of the meeting itself, describing the ambassadors and what their grievances were and how Starfleet plans to address them. ]
I've long ago learned how to yawn with my mouth closed. Now if only I could sleep with my eyes open...
[ He chuckles, stroking his fingertips up and down the shallow groove of Loki's spine, skimming over his shirt lightly. ]
Nothing that can't be repaired. The worst hit were the crew, but luckily we sustained no casualties. [ Some of the worst injured are having to retire from active duty, another reason that the Enterprise is here on Earth, to deposit the injured in better long-term recovery facilities and to pick up new crew to replace them. Chris didn't have to deliver any eulogies, for which he is more than grateful. ]
[ He smiles into Chris's neck as he listens to him describe the direly boring meeting, bringing around one of his hands to lay flat on his chest and soak up the beat of his heart. He arches his back into the light touch down his spine, grateful for it. ]
My father would say it was a shame no one died in battle, it's a great honour for Asgardians to fall with a sword in their hand. The Valkyries guide their souls to Valhalla where they feast forever as the glorious dead.
[ Loki gives a soft snort, leaning back to offer up (oh, that's weird) a smile. ]
I'm afraid your father and I will just have to disagree on that point.
[ First of all, they don't carry swords, so that sort of rules out that option. For another, even though he's currently the most decorated starship captain still actively serving, Chris views resorting to violence as a failure, far preferring diplomacy and strategy as solutions for conflict.
That being said, there is a certain nobility in giving up your life for your cause, so in that respect, he can see where Loki's father is coming from. Starfleet doesn't have Valkyries to guide their dead to Valhalla, though.
He lifts his hand to cover Loki's on his chest, rubbing his thumb over his fingers soothingly. ]
[ Though that does bolster his spirit a little. He remembers serving under other captains, the steadfast conviction he felt that he would gladly do his duty and would be willing to die to accomplish it if needs be; hell, even now he'd give his life for Bob's if he had to, and he hasn't served under him since he got promoted to Admiral and Chris took over his job.
Lifting their tangled fingers up, he presses a kiss to Loki's knuckles since he knows he likes it when Chris does little things like that. ]
Unless you're expecting someone else to walk through that door and romp around in your rustic old Montana bed tonight, yes. That's my bread.
[ A tingle goes through his hand under Chris's kiss and Loki grins widely, playfully hip-checking him against the counter. His cheeks burn with a blush, too glad to be back with him and too embarrassed about it by far to admit it in words. ]
Oh, is that what you're planning on doing tonight?
[ Like Chris didn't actively plan for that, making sure he had clean sheets on the bed and soft towels in the bathroom and plenty of lube in the bedside table just in case.
Loki's cheeks flame bright pink as he grins and it sets an answering glow alight in Chris's chest, one that has him tightening the arm he has around Loki's waist and ducking his head down much farther than he's used to so he can kiss him again, slow and sensual like he's making a point. ]
[ His smile melts into Chris's kiss with a chuckle and then Loki forgets about the time that has separated them, the events in between since he last had the luxury to run his fingers through thick greying hair and give a satisfied tug, body sagging forward so that his hips slot into place against Chris's on instinct. It's been far too long since he drowned in the scent and taste of his cross-dimensional boyfriend and he makes full use of having him back now, brushing a bent knee outside a thigh just to be extra welcoming now they have all the privacy in the world. ]
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It's nice, I like it. Rustic. Is that a real fireplace? Oooh.
[ Loki cycles his way back over, sliding his hands up Chris's arms. ]
I hope you don't mind me getting all up in your space.
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One eye on the timer counting down until the bread is finished, he shifts his stance to let Loki insinuate himself in nice and close. ]
I think I'll find a way to survive. [ A way like, perhaps, looping his arms around Loki's waist and tugging him in closer to he can kiss him again, nice and slow the way he wanted to when they met on the porch. ] It's good to see you again.
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I've missed you more than you can know, Christopher. Tell me how much you've missed me!
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So much, sweet thing. [ He winkles his hands in beneath the hem of Loki's shirt so he can splay his fingers across his cool, smooth skin, pressing his palms gently but firmly into his back to keep him close. ] So much.
[ The timer dings behind them, loud and insistent, and Chris sighs. Letting himself steal one last kiss, he disentangles himself and slips out from between Loki's arms so he can go to the oven and open the door, using his previously discarded kitchen towel to protect his hands as he reaches inside to retrieve the cast iron dutch oven that holds the bread that's been filling the kitchen with the comforting scent of baking for the past half hour. ]
What have you been up to since you left? [ he asks over his shoulder, kneeing the oven shut and carrying the heavy iron pot over to where he left the cooling rack so he can tip out the bread boule somewhere it can cool effectively. ]
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We had a party in Asgard for Pride Month, invited all the realms over. Everyone had a boogie on the Bifrost bridge, you would have loved it.
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His lips quirking, Chris mouths boogie on the Bifrost. ]
You're going to have to explain that to me.
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[ Juice! Juice for Loki, he pours himself a glass and walks over to sniff the bread recently put on a cooling rack. His hand absently roams up Chris's side, runs around his waist and back. ]
It's a great big bridge flashing like a rainbow and you get teleported off the end of it to wherever you want to go. It's enormously lengthy so the party took place all along it, from the end where it drops off into space up to the golden castle proper. There were frost giants, humans, elves, dwarves ... I, ah, may have flirted quite heavily with Rúna the Valkyrie while I was deep in my cups.
[ He looks abashed to admit it, at least. ]
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[ Or paws on Chris, that's fine. He's more than happy to have Loki's hands roam over him here in the privacy of his own kitchen, the slanting sunshine outside lending the already homey space an even cozier feel.
Listening to Loki describe the party, Chris is well aware his own imagination isn't nearly good enough to come up with an accurate picture of what it must have been like, but it sounds fun. It certainly sounds like Loki had fun, and he lets himself arch his eyebrow at the admission that he might have gotten a little too friendly with a Valkyrie, whatever that means. ]
Rúna, hm? [ He's not really feeling jealous, but he is disappointed that he wasn't there to witness it. Or to distract him when Loki got a little too messy drunk. ] Were they cute?
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[ That's a good enough answer because it was what attracted Loki to her. That, and the fact she didn't seem to like Loki at all until some tits were thrown in the mix; a fun conquest, it would have been.
But it didn't happen.
As he lays his head on Chris's shoulder he slouches to make up for the height difference, feeling out the lines of a strong back and shoulders. Of all the places Loki has been travelling, this is the only one he can truly relax in. ]
I did not bed her.
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[ Chris likes powerful women. Maybe he'd have enjoyed watching the spectacle that would have been Loki trying to woo Rúna.
Loki slumps to tuck himself up against Chris's side and Chris automatically adjusts his stance to welcome him, leaning against the counter and draping both arms around Loki's torso to hold him close as he noses into that silky black hair, breathing in the familiar sharp scent of pine he'd missed so much. ]
What, did she turn you down? [ He almost sounds offended, like it's preposterous someone would decline the chance to sleep with Loki were they offered it. ]
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[ An exasperated sigh leaves Loki as he raises his head, giving him an assessing look to see if he's being teased. He tugs on the back of Chris's shirt in faint annoyance. ]
I didn't fuck her because, as I've said, I missed you beyond the telling. [ Pink-cheeked, he amends out of irritation, ] Obtuse as you are.
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Chris makes a valiant effort at keeping a straight face, though his dimples are starting to show which undercuts his sincerity a little, but his mirth fades into a painful sort of fondness when he sees Loki's cross little expression and hears his explanation. ]
Sweetheart. [ He leans in to kiss those pink cheeks, lifting his hands up to cup Loki's jaw, his thumbs brushing over his skin lightly. ] I'm sorry, I shouldn't tease. I missed you too.
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Loki lets his weight go lax against Chris from knee to shoulder, holding onto him like he's the last piece of driftwood in the solar sea. His voice comes muffled. ]
Other things came to pass too, while I was away. I don't want to think about them anymore, not while we're together.
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[ Loki shrinking a little so he fits better in Chris's arms is met with the same equanimity as most of his other shapeshifting tricks: a little moment of surprise, but then an easy acceptance and a resuming of previous affection.
Chris drops his arms to fold them over Loki's back, tucking him in close against his front, one hand lifted just enough to cup the back of his head and keep him nestled in against Chris's throat as he nuzzles a little at the top of his head. ]
Okay. [ He gives him a little squeeze, a grounding hug. Is he curious about what might have happened to leave Loki so affected that he's literally shrunk himself down to hide against Chris's chest? Of course he is. But Loki will tell him when he's ready, and unless those things affect Chris too, it's really none of his business. He'll be told or he won't, but it's not going to change hos he feels about or how he acts around his boyfriend. ] Whatever you need, baby, I'll give it to you.
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You're the only one who ... bakes for me.
[ To use that as an allegory for other things. ]
Tell me how you've been too, I want to know.
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[ Chris has always had an irrepressible need to care for those around him, to make sure that they're comfortable and safe, to look out for them and provide for them as best he can. It's just his good luck that Loki seems to appreciate that instinct.
He is also aware that bakes for me encompasses more than just the bread cooling on the counter beside them, and he tilts his chin down to press a kiss to the top of Loki's head in response. ]
It's been fairly quiet since you left. We delivered a new batch of battery cells to a Federation outpost not too far from the nebula we dropped those sharks off at, the only really exciting thing to come out of that was another little skirmish with some Romulan dogfighters, but that didn't last very long as they don't like encroaching too far into Federation space, so they fled pretty quickly. It hastened our return to Earth, though, since some of the damage we sustained could only be repaired in space dock, and the brass wanted us nearby so I could be dragged into participating in an incredibly tedious meeting between Earth and some of our newest Federation members. Not that I did that much while being there, but it was more for optics than anything else.
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And there's chili, too. Of course there is, Chris is a genius. ]
I hope you kept your yawns in the single digits. [ Meetings, ew. ] I'm glad the dogfighters didn't cause your ship too much damage.
[ The ship being Chris's real home, darling though the house is. ]
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I've long ago learned how to yawn with my mouth closed. Now if only I could sleep with my eyes open...
[ He chuckles, stroking his fingertips up and down the shallow groove of Loki's spine, skimming over his shirt lightly. ]
Nothing that can't be repaired. The worst hit were the crew, but luckily we sustained no casualties. [ Some of the worst injured are having to retire from active duty, another reason that the Enterprise is here on Earth, to deposit the injured in better long-term recovery facilities and to pick up new crew to replace them. Chris didn't have to deliver any eulogies, for which he is more than grateful. ]
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My father would say it was a shame no one died in battle, it's a great honour for Asgardians to fall with a sword in their hand. The Valkyries guide their souls to Valhalla where they feast forever as the glorious dead.
[ Loki gives a soft snort, leaning back to offer up (oh, that's weird) a smile. ]
I, however, am glad your crew made it.
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[ First of all, they don't carry swords, so that sort of rules out that option. For another, even though he's currently the most decorated starship captain still actively serving, Chris views resorting to violence as a failure, far preferring diplomacy and strategy as solutions for conflict.
That being said, there is a certain nobility in giving up your life for your cause, so in that respect, he can see where Loki's father is coming from. Starfleet doesn't have Valkyries to guide their dead to Valhalla, though.
He lifts his hand to cover Loki's on his chest, rubbing his thumb over his fingers soothingly. ]
Me too. I hate feeling like I've failed them.
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[ Humming, he tangles his fingers with Chris's and adopts a more playful tone. ]
This is very heavy talk over my cooling bread.
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[ Though that does bolster his spirit a little. He remembers serving under other captains, the steadfast conviction he felt that he would gladly do his duty and would be willing to die to accomplish it if needs be; hell, even now he'd give his life for Bob's if he had to, and he hasn't served under him since he got promoted to Admiral and Chris took over his job.
Lifting their tangled fingers up, he presses a kiss to Loki's knuckles since he knows he likes it when Chris does little things like that. ]
Your bread, is it?
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[ A tingle goes through his hand under Chris's kiss and Loki grins widely, playfully hip-checking him against the counter. His cheeks burn with a blush, too glad to be back with him and too embarrassed about it by far to admit it in words. ]
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[ Like Chris didn't actively plan for that, making sure he had clean sheets on the bed and soft towels in the bathroom and plenty of lube in the bedside table just in case.
Loki's cheeks flame bright pink as he grins and it sets an answering glow alight in Chris's chest, one that has him tightening the arm he has around Loki's waist and ducking his head down much farther than he's used to so he can kiss him again, slow and sensual like he's making a point. ]
Good.
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[ His smile melts into Chris's kiss with a chuckle and then Loki forgets about the time that has separated them, the events in between since he last had the luxury to run his fingers through thick greying hair and give a satisfied tug, body sagging forward so that his hips slot into place against Chris's on instinct. It's been far too long since he drowned in the scent and taste of his cross-dimensional boyfriend and he makes full use of having him back now, brushing a bent knee outside a thigh just to be extra welcoming now they have all the privacy in the world. ]
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