[ He won't lie, he doesn't fully understand Loki's explanation. Not because he didn't word it well, but mainly because he's never known a god before, never had to deal with the complexities of reincarnation, never had to think about what it might mean to be reborn with access to who you were before. Chris has only lived some forty-odd years on this earth, and if his soul belonged to another body before his, he has no memory of it.
All he knows is that the Loki of now, his Loki, is worth fighting for. And, more to the point, he's hurting over something that hasn't yet come to pass, that might never come to pass, because he wants to be good and he's afraid he'll disappoint. ]
So we'll just have to keep you from dying. [ What a hypocrite he's turning out to be. ] I'm sure I'll like any Loki I'm lucky enough to meet, but you ... [ he squeezes Loki's hands, waiting until those green eyes lift to meet his own, ] are the one I love.
[ He's not usually so verbose about his feelings, so forthright, but Loki is clearly struggling, and Chris wants to help. He has no idea if this will make things worse or not, but he has to try. ]
[ Swallowing the lump in his throat as he hears that admission has Loki feeling safe again, even if it's a lie. He's the prince of lies, surely he's allowed to have some pretty ones about his own future? ]
Okay.
[ Soft as the reply is, he offers a chaste kiss to seal his belief in Chris. The hair he stopped combing through gets some more attention and he hitches up a smile. ]
No matter what happens to me, I'll always keep you safe. I promise.
[ He could admit to what's in store for his own future. Loki might view his silence as deliberately obfuscating the truth, at an attempt to mislead him, some kind of way to lie to him when really all it is is an attempt to avoid making something that's clearly upsetting his boyfriend all about him and his own problems.
If they ever discuss Chris's future, it won't be piggybacking on memories of Loki's trauma. That's not fair to him. ]
Sweetheart.
[ He pulls the book out from between them and sets it aside, then twists them both to dump Loki onto the cushions alongside him so he can curl up between with Loki sandwiched between his chest and the back of the couch, his body a bulwark between him and the outside world. It's a tight squeeze, but they've already demonstrated they can fit, and Chris doesn't mind being a little squished if it means making that smile feel more genuine. ]
[ That's some nimble manoeuvring, Loki slides wherever Chris pushes him and is soon the happy middle of a sofa sandwich, making himself more comfortable by hooking a leg over Chris's hip and snuggling into his chest. ]
Your bread makes me miss home, then I miss being there without you, and then I miss you even when I haven't left. It's cursed carbs.
[ Better for Chris to dump Loki off his lap into the couch than onto the floor, even if he would have followed immediately after anyway. This is a much softer landing.
He curls the arm pinned beneath them up over Loki's back to hold him close, his free hand stroking down the long line of his back from the nape of his neck down over his hip and along the thigh he's thrown over Chris's hip. ]
[ He lays his head on Chris's shoulder and traces idle runes over his chest, closing his eyes whenever the hand petting him in such a long line finishes its journey. It's cosy and he loves being held, rubbing his cheek on a shirt warmed by Chris's bodyheat.
He pouts, disliking the infantile nature of what he has to ask next. ]
[ Loki still hasn't returned himself to his usual height, so he fits quite nicely against Chris's chest and nobody overhangs the edge of the couch, which makes it much easier for Chris to nuzzle his chin into the soft mop of black hair tucked up against his chest as his hand resumes its long meandering stroke down Loki's body again. ]
Yeah. That is still the accepted term for a male half of a couple. Unless you young'uns have started new slang I'm too old to understand.
Well. "Partner" makes us sound like we're in business together.
[ To be fair, all Chris seems to want to do with a trapped Loki is cuddle him and maybe make out a little once the worst of the sore feelings have passed. SHIELD probably had other motivations in mind when they tried to capture him. ]
I thought "sugarbaby" implied a certain monetary gain involved. Are you hinting at something? Should I be buying you presents?
[ He sniffs primly, hiding his smile in Loki's hair, and tickles down his back a little as he continues petting him in long, slow strokes. ] I see how it is.
[ Letting his hand linger over the swell of Loki's ass in his soft green leggings, Chris gives him a little squeeze before trailing his fingers down the seam in a light but purposeful press. ]
You're not too sore? You seemed awfully squirmy when I touched you earlier.
Nothing hurts, it's already healing if it was. You're handsy, that's all.
[ That's not the excuse it's cracked up to be, not with Loki blushing, but he does guide Chris's hand on his ass under his leggings to showcase his lubed-up hole.
He bats his lashes up at him, shrugging his way onto a bent elbow. ]
[ Chris can't see Loki's blush, but he can feel the way he hides his face for a moment, and the timbre of his voice has one eyebrow lifting. Easily distracted by the way Loki grabs his hand and slips it under his leggings, though, Chris instead focuses on sliding his fingers between Loki's cheeks to feel the tell-tale slip of lube. ]
Oh did you?
[ Maybe he's just teasing, maybe he really is concerned for Loki's comfort, but instead of slipping his fingers comfortably inside Loki's body, all Chris does is rub with the pads of his fore- and middle finger, just hard enough to induce some more squirming but not hard enough for penetration. ]
[ Draped against Chris, he arches his back to make the curve of his ass more enticing. Loki murmurs along the line of a jaw, kisses catching between words, and he pets over the front of Chris's shirt where the curve of a pec can be felt. ]
I got all toasty in that big bath and pretended my fingers were yours, just like before I left you downstairs.
[ In the spirit of recreating what he was doing before he was left, Chris presses with just enough pressure for one fingertip to slip past that slick ring of muscle, tugging gently to tease but going no further. ]
You like teasing me, [ drawing a breath, he steadies his exhale and arches into the press of that finger, ] enough to, ah, have me on a cushion at your feet.
[ Glacially slowly, he lets his finger sink deeper, his free hand rucking up the shirt Loki stole from him so he can slide his palm up against the long, smooth plane of his back. ]
You know everything you do is a tease, you awful man.
[ Loki could be purring if he had the animal parts for it, instead hitching his knee higher around a hip as he leans in against the large hand travelling up his side. So nice, spending time together like this, lazy touches and endlessly fond kisses. He's being spoiled and knows it. ]
[ Laughing, Chris doesn't refute that accusation because it's absolutely, one hundred percent correct.
Twisting his wrist, he cups Loki's ass comfortably with the rest of his hand, keeping one finger tucked up inside him like this is a casual way to snuggle, like it's perfectly chaste and normal and not at all worth making note of. ]
I do like it. [ He presses a smirking kiss to the part in Loki's hair, feeling very pleased with himself. ] And you like it too, sweet thing.
[ Half-hard but in no rush to hurry that or get off, Loki mouths at the lovebite he already made on Chris's neck and hums in satisfaction as he arches his back. He's as pliant as he ever is, more lucid without the rush of needing to orgasm and utterly relaxed in Chris's hold. ]
[ Slowly, like an afterthought, he presses his finger deeper and then lets it withdraw, a languid and unhurried fucking that's more about the desire to touch than any need to rush to any end goal. He's unlikely to get hard again for a good long while, so this is all for Loki's benefit, and if he seems happy to arch up into Chris's touch like a happy little cat, then Chris is perfectly happy to keep petting him good and slow. ]
Nobody touches you like I do, do they? [ That's fairly obvious by the way Loki reacts to those touches, but he wouldn't mind the confirmation anyway. ]
[ An eye cracks open before closing again and he makes a noise in the back of his throat as confirmation, although that could be mistaken for a moan as his tightens up with a shiver before relaxing again as Chris fucks him to a slowburn rhythm. ]
[ Loki's little noise pressed into Chris's throat has him making an answering noise of his own, a low rumble that's barely any sound at all, hummed into Loki's hair as he spreads his fingers wide against the span of his back to hold him tight up against Chris's body. ]
Gotta look after my pretty baby. Give you what you need.
[ Loki could fall asleep like this, one more reason for him to encourage Chris to wake him up this way too. After basking in the sweetness of his lover's selflessness long enough to gain a pleasant ache in his lower half, minutes more but they last a lifetime in his heart, he pats the wrist of Chris's busier hand and kisses his cheek. ]
Better s-stop or I'll lose all feeling down there.
[ Chris has never been one for meditation, and this certainly wouldn't qualify, but what he is good at is going into power-saver mode, half-closing his eyes and letting himself drift mentally to eat up time that he doesn't have to be fully present for so that he can instead save his energy for other, more pressing moments.
Loki shifting to kiss his cheek has him blinking down at him, his eyebrows lifting. ]
Well, we can't have that. Do you actually want me to stop, or do you want me to get to the point?
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All he knows is that the Loki of now, his Loki, is worth fighting for. And, more to the point, he's hurting over something that hasn't yet come to pass, that might never come to pass, because he wants to be good and he's afraid he'll disappoint. ]
So we'll just have to keep you from dying. [ What a hypocrite he's turning out to be. ] I'm sure I'll like any Loki I'm lucky enough to meet, but you ... [ he squeezes Loki's hands, waiting until those green eyes lift to meet his own, ] are the one I love.
[ He's not usually so verbose about his feelings, so forthright, but Loki is clearly struggling, and Chris wants to help. He has no idea if this will make things worse or not, but he has to try. ]
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Okay.
[ Soft as the reply is, he offers a chaste kiss to seal his belief in Chris. The hair he stopped combing through gets some more attention and he hitches up a smile. ]
No matter what happens to me, I'll always keep you safe. I promise.
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If they ever discuss Chris's future, it won't be piggybacking on memories of Loki's trauma. That's not fair to him. ]
Sweetheart.
[ He pulls the book out from between them and sets it aside, then twists them both to dump Loki onto the cushions alongside him so he can curl up between with Loki sandwiched between his chest and the back of the couch, his body a bulwark between him and the outside world. It's a tight squeeze, but they've already demonstrated they can fit, and Chris doesn't mind being a little squished if it means making that smile feel more genuine. ]
This is some heavy talk over my bread.
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[ That's some nimble manoeuvring, Loki slides wherever Chris pushes him and is soon the happy middle of a sofa sandwich, making himself more comfortable by hooking a leg over Chris's hip and snuggling into his chest. ]
Your bread makes me miss home, then I miss being there without you, and then I miss you even when I haven't left. It's cursed carbs.
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He curls the arm pinned beneath them up over Loki's back to hold him close, his free hand stroking down the long line of his back from the nape of his neck down over his hip and along the thigh he's thrown over Chris's hip. ]
So I should stop cooking for you?
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[ He lays his head on Chris's shoulder and traces idle runes over his chest, closing his eyes whenever the hand petting him in such a long line finishes its journey. It's cosy and he loves being held, rubbing his cheek on a shirt warmed by Chris's bodyheat.
He pouts, disliking the infantile nature of what he has to ask next. ]
You're my boyfriend now, yes?
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[ Loki still hasn't returned himself to his usual height, so he fits quite nicely against Chris's chest and nobody overhangs the edge of the couch, which makes it much easier for Chris to nuzzle his chin into the soft mop of black hair tucked up against his chest as his hand resumes its long meandering stroke down Loki's body again. ]
Yeah. That is still the accepted term for a male half of a couple. Unless you young'uns have started new slang I'm too old to understand.
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[ His shrug doesn't disturb the way Chris's hands soothe his nerves, more effective at trapping Loki than anything SHIELD could devise. ]
It was either that or being introduced as your interdimensional sugarbaby.
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[ To be fair, all Chris seems to want to do with a trapped Loki is cuddle him and maybe make out a little once the worst of the sore feelings have passed. SHIELD probably had other motivations in mind when they tried to capture him. ]
I thought "sugarbaby" implied a certain monetary gain involved. Are you hinting at something? Should I be buying you presents?
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[ Loki smiles against Chris's shirt, nuzzling up at his chin. ]
Any gain I get will hopefully come in the form of being fucked awake in the morning.
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[ He sniffs primly, hiding his smile in Loki's hair, and tickles down his back a little as he continues petting him in long, slow strokes. ] I see how it is.
[ Letting his hand linger over the swell of Loki's ass in his soft green leggings, Chris gives him a little squeeze before trailing his fingers down the seam in a light but purposeful press. ]
You're not too sore? You seemed awfully squirmy when I touched you earlier.
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[ That's not the excuse it's cracked up to be, not with Loki blushing, but he does guide Chris's hand on his ass under his leggings to showcase his lubed-up hole.
He bats his lashes up at him, shrugging his way onto a bent elbow. ]
I got hard again in the bath.
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Oh did you?
[ Maybe he's just teasing, maybe he really is concerned for Loki's comfort, but instead of slipping his fingers comfortably inside Loki's body, all Chris does is rub with the pads of his fore- and middle finger, just hard enough to induce some more squirming but not hard enough for penetration. ]
What did you do about it?
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I got all toasty in that big bath and pretended my fingers were yours, just like before I left you downstairs.
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[ In the spirit of recreating what he was doing before he was left, Chris presses with just enough pressure for one fingertip to slip past that slick ring of muscle, tugging gently to tease but going no further. ]
Like this?
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Would that be a tease for you?
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[ Loki could be purring if he had the animal parts for it, instead hitching his knee higher around a hip as he leans in against the large hand travelling up his side. So nice, spending time together like this, lazy touches and endlessly fond kisses. He's being spoiled and knows it. ]
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Twisting his wrist, he cups Loki's ass comfortably with the rest of his hand, keeping one finger tucked up inside him like this is a casual way to snuggle, like it's perfectly chaste and normal and not at all worth making note of. ]
I do like it. [ He presses a smirking kiss to the part in Loki's hair, feeling very pleased with himself. ] And you like it too, sweet thing.
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[ Half-hard but in no rush to hurry that or get off, Loki mouths at the lovebite he already made on Chris's neck and hums in satisfaction as he arches his back. He's as pliant as he ever is, more lucid without the rush of needing to orgasm and utterly relaxed in Chris's hold. ]
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[ Slowly, like an afterthought, he presses his finger deeper and then lets it withdraw, a languid and unhurried fucking that's more about the desire to touch than any need to rush to any end goal. He's unlikely to get hard again for a good long while, so this is all for Loki's benefit, and if he seems happy to arch up into Chris's touch like a happy little cat, then Chris is perfectly happy to keep petting him good and slow. ]
Nobody touches you like I do, do they? [ That's fairly obvious by the way Loki reacts to those touches, but he wouldn't mind the confirmation anyway. ]
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No one.
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Gotta look after my pretty baby. Give you what you need.
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[ Loki could fall asleep like this, one more reason for him to encourage Chris to wake him up this way too. After basking in the sweetness of his lover's selflessness long enough to gain a pleasant ache in his lower half, minutes more but they last a lifetime in his heart, he pats the wrist of Chris's busier hand and kisses his cheek. ]
Better s-stop or I'll lose all feeling down there.
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Loki shifting to kiss his cheek has him blinking down at him, his eyebrows lifting. ]
Well, we can't have that. Do you actually want me to stop, or do you want me to get to the point?
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