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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. ]

I did not bed her.

Mm, I'm sorry I missed it, then.

[ 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. ]

Christopher Pike.

[ 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.

[ He is being teased, a little bit.

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.

Oh, hello.

[ 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. ]

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.

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, however, am glad your crew made it.

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. ]

Me too. I hate feeling like I've failed them.

They would not be your crew if they were not happy to die for you. No one follows a captain they have no faith in, dear.

[ Humming, he tangles his fingers with Chris's and adopts a more playful tone. ]

This is very heavy talk over my cooling bread.

That doesn't mean I'm glad when it happens.

[ 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?

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. ]

Good.

The baking sealed the deal ...

[ 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. ]

I should've done this ages ago, then.

[ Baking bread is too time-consuming a task to really embark on whilst onboard, though he could do it if he wanted to. Most of the time he's happy to cook and just have the replicator deal with the bread, baking takes so much more planning than cooking and he's rarely in the mood for it.

This is a pretty good argument for doing it more often, though.

Loki sags into him and reaches up to grab at his hair, prompting Chris to make a deep noise in the back of his throat as Loki rubs his leg up and along the outside of Chris's, their clothes suddenly feeling like barriers Chris is deeply annoyed by. ]

How hungry are you?

For what?

[ Eyes twinkling with mischief as he feels Chris reacting, he drags his mouth up the line of his neck to find the hinge of a jaw and works on a possessive lovebite there, inhaling on a low moan. He arches into Chris and this time drags him closer by a hip to feel his own insistent grind, fingers still tangled in his hair.

Loki lips part from Chris's neck with a wet kiss, his voicer rougher as arousal easily spirals through him. It should be humiliating how open he is to wanting Chris but it feels to good to deny, a laugh catching in his throat. ]

Little pent-up are we, Captain?

[ It's not his fault he likes having his hair tugged like that, especially when combined with Loki plastering himself up against Chris's front, his mouth hot and sharp on his neck as he worries what feels like a spectacular hickey into his throat.

Since there's nowhere Chris has to be and nobody he has to see for a nice long while, he makes no move to try and squirm away from it, his fingers pressing sharply into Loki's sides where his hands rest. ]

It's been months. [ Has it? It certainly felt that way for Chris, left alone in his suddenly too-large bed, his quarters reminding him of Loki at every turn and yet always depressingly empty.

Grabbing Loki by his hips, he hoists him up onto the counter, immediately stepping between his knees to bring them back together again. Maybe it's a good thing Loki shrunk himself a little there, or Chris would have no hope of reaching his mouth for a kiss right now. ]

I didn't have any Valkyries around to flirt with.

[ He lands on the counter with a look of surprise, biting his lip as he reels Chris in with long legs to wrap around his waist and squeeze tight a moment later. ]

Poor old Daddy.

[ Barely able to keep his joy subdued, he combs through Chris's hair and give a tug to get his head tipped back for a lurid, open-mouthed kiss, writhing against him with legs spread so Chris can feel Loki's readying erection. He could get hard with a look, sure, but this works far faster ... as does the knowledge Chris hasn't been with anyone either. He ought to be rewarded for that.

Loki breathes into their kisses, tongue dipping in between promises.
]

I'm going to be so hot and tight for you, you'll see. That's what you want, isn't it? Baby to wrap himself around that big dick of yours and ride it? I will, I will ...

[ The way Loki blinks at him has him huffing out a little laugh, charmed by the surprise quickly melting into something much sharper as those long legs reel him in closer and squeeze tight.

The bulge of his cock presses against Chris's stomach as he leans in close so Loki can grab at his hair and lick into his mouth, all things Chris is fully on board with, and he telegraphs that by letting his hands roam as much as they want, petting up Loki's thighs and smoothing around his waist, slipping beneath his shirt for a moment before dropping back down to grab at his ass where it sits on the counter.

He groans as Loki murmurs promises against his lips, allowing himself the freedom to react as much as he'd like without holding himself back, feeling safe in his own home and wanting to let Loki know that, yeah, that kind of talk works for him.

One hand slips between them to palm the hardening shape of Loki's dick through his jeans, kneading him lightly before snapping open the button one-handed and reaching for the zipper. ]

[ After months of being kept at arms-length by everyone it's a genuine shock to his system to feel Chris pawing at his dick and he whimpers loudly without meaning to, cock hard and beading precome when Chris unzips him (and if shapeshifting smaller knocked off an inch off that rosy pink erection he's not saying). Loki rakes his nails under a collar to feel the heat coming off Chris's back and gives his hair a rough little tug again, knowing he likes that. His heels dig into the back of Chris's thighs to steady them both, Loki breathing heavily against a temple. ]

Don't you dare make me come without fucking me first.

[ If Chris notices that the hard cock filling his palm is slightly smaller than it was the last time he had his hand wrapped around it, he doesn't say anything at all, skating his fingers over it in something like a little hello, fluttering touches up along the thick vein that traces the underside and up over the glans, rubbing his fingers together for a moment to spread that little bead of precome he collected over his fingertips before repeating the action again.

Lifting his head a little from where he'd had it ducked down so he could watch, he grins and nips lightly at Loki's chin. ]

Not even a little bit?

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