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[ikols]

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[ Having grown very comfortable with Loki's habit of washing them clean with his magic, the tingly feel and sharp smell of his hand getting refreshed is met with barely a blink. He does squeeze Loki's ass cheek before withdrawing his hand from under his leggings so he can use both arms to hug Loki close to his chest and let him cuddle up.

Chuckling, he presses a kiss to Loki's temple. ]

Takes after his mother that way, I see.

[ikols]

I can be a bad boy, [ grinning, he tips his head up to give him a wink, ] if you prefer sometime.

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[ Chris lifts a hand off Loki's back to curl a lock of his hair around his finger and tug lightly in playful reproach. ] Oh, I know. You can be terribly wicked when you put your mind to it.

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Bad enough to keep a man off a horse long enough to get in some extra attention? Sure sounds like me.

[ Speaking of kisses, he shuffles up enough to thread his fingers through Chris's hair and kiss him slowly, savouring the taste and heat of him. ]

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Whatever am I going to do with such a naughty boy?

[ Let him drape himself all over Chris's chest so they can make out slowly, apparently. Shifting the way he's lounging on the sofa to make it easier for Loki to avoid needing to crane his neck too much, Chris resigns himself to being kissed, happily deciding to put the horses out of his mind. They'll be fine. He has other things to focus on right now. ]

[ikols]

[ He forgets about all the things he wants, the annoyance of not having their relationship recognised in that chair and all the jokes surrounding it; they melt away. Loki doesn't need that. He wants Chris, here in this house away from everyone, with his crowfeet eyes when he smiles and soft as Hel hair, his large hands and hot, always obliging mouth ... and he thinks Chris wants him too, teasing and tricks aside, which is rare.

Once he starts smiling he can't stop, even though it interrupts some dedicated making-out. ]

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[ It's hard to mind if things get a little messy or uncoordinated when Loki's smiling like that, his body warm and pliant in Chris's arms. Chris is lucky to be surrounded by people he likes and who like him, who he trusts and who trust him, but there's always that separation of professionalism and duty between him and everyone else on the Enterprise. So rarely does he get to indulge in his desire for casual touch, for the kind of soft affection that comes from having someone lie in your arms and trade clumsy kisses. ]

I really am glad to see you, [ he murmurs in a bit of a lull, squeezing Loki's hips in his hands. ]

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[ Laughing softly, he nods and savours the feeling of being not only known and seen, but wanted. ]

I'll come visit on your fancy ship again next time, but this is nice too. Having you all to myself ... I can't complain.

[ Wiggling his hips a little just to feel Chris holding on. ]

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I'd like that. It feels awfully empty without you.

[ Five hundred or so souls on that ship and still it feels echoingly empty at times. Usually when it's late and he can't sleep, his inevitable future playing out behind his eyelids every time he closes his eyes, wishing desperately for someone or something to come distract him from his fate. ]

No more bears this time, though.

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No bears ...

[ There's that strange melancholy to Chris again, the deep rivulet of it that runs unnoticed so often and rarely surfaces. While Loki adores being adored, he finds it odd Chris's other family isn't enough to be a worthy distraction.

Playing with Chris's hair, he leans up to kiss him chastely, soft and sweet. ]

You can pray to me and I'll hear it, you know. Anytime.

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[ He can't burden his crew with the knowledge he bears, it just wouldn't be fair to them. Even Spock, who knows more about the details than anyone else, doesn't know the full story, and Chris isn't going to explain it to him. He doesn't want to alter the course of history, not now that he's discovered just how badly that will go if he tries.

This is Chris's cross to bear, and he'll shoulder it in stoic silence.

He blinks away the shadows that were creeping into his eyes, refocusing back on Loki's darling face, a smile curling his lips in the wake of that sweet kiss. ]

Really? How do I do that?

[ikols]

[ Yes, go away shadows! Loki will get you otherwise. ]

You believe in me, don't you? Just pray. It's like a communicator in my head goes off, I can respond or not.

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Just like that?

[ His smile widens, one hand lifting to brush some of Loki's hair aside, tracing the shell of his ear with doting fingertips. ]

I don't need an altar? Some sort of ritual sacrifice? A little fox sculpture, perhaps?

[ Chris grew up studying dozens of Earth's religions because of his father. There's very little in the way of religious rituals that will surprise him. ]

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That's cute as Hel, I wouldn't discourage it.

[ Wrinkling his nose, Loki laughs. ]

People usually sacrifice a really well-made coffee these days, but that's a summoning to actually bring me to your location. I take whatever you offer up, then I help out with whatever you need. Super old trading rules.

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[ He scoffs, his eyes sparkling. ]

You modern gods and your coffee.

[ He lets his hand drop back down to Loki's back, his fingers picking up their absent swirling strokes of before. ]

Is it like a one-way thing? I pray and you hear me and that's it? Is it like a telepathy thing?

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It's better than ale or mead.

[ In his opinion, anyway. He lays his cheek on Chris's shoulder, enjoying the touches that skate along his back. ]

One-way, unfortunately. You don't have to speak, as long as you're praying then I'll hear it. Gods always do, they just don't bother responding often otherwise they wouldn't have a life of their own. Like having your doorbell rung on the hourly.

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Better for the middle of the work day, certainly.

[ Not that Chris has all that much experience with mead. He's tried some, it was very sweet, but it's not a super common drink out here in the black, what with bees being pretty scarce. ]

No specific phrasing I should use? How will you know it's you I'm speaking to?

[ As if Chris would pray to any other god, really. ]

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[ Shaking with a silent laugh, he rubs his nose against Chris's chest and nuzzles his way to a warm neck. ]

Trust me, dear, I'll know. You don't need any fancy language.

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[ He grumbles playfully, lifting his chin obligingly so Loki can fit himself in underneath it for optimal snuggling. ]

Preposterously low barrier for entry. But alright, I'll remember that for later. When I'm missing you too much to bear, I'll pray.

[ikols]

Well, I don't reply to just anyone, if that makes you feel any better.

[ The snuggling is barged in on by a huge horse's head appearing at the kitchen window. Loki swallows the strangled noise of surprise he makes and sighs, raising his head to stare back and call across the house. ]

Go back to the paddock!

[ Sleipnir blinks, and decidedly does not. ]

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I do like feeling special...

[ Chris cranes his neck around to see Sleipnir appearing at the kitchen window, apparently having grown bored of the paddock and let himself out — Chris can only pray that he simply jumped the fence and didn't do something like break down the gate, letting Tango and Mary-Lou escape too — come to bother them like a child standing in the doorway of his parents' bedroom. ]

What does he want?

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I dunno. Slippy, what do you want?

[ The loud neigh Loki gets by way of a reply is followed by Sleipnir's nose butting the window. ]

You are not coming in! You're too big! You don't even like being indoors. [ More whinnying, a quartet of fore-hooves stomp. ] Chris will take you out when he feels like it, not when you get bored.

[ Sleipnir rumbles something as he snorts, prompting Loki to sit up at Chris's side. ]

Language!

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[ Chris contents himself with watching Loki while he speaks to his horsey son, fond and still slightly incredulous at the direction his life has taken, that he's lying on his couch at home with an interdimensional god cuddled up against his chest, a god who can apparently take any form he pleases, even those of other animals.

Sometimes he thinks he should be a little more nonplussed by all this, but then Loki will shoot him one of those shyly pleased looks he gets when Chris does something nice for him, and all his worries fade away.

He laughs as Loki shoots up into a seated position, letting his hands settle on his waist. ]

What'd he say?

[ikols]

He wants you to take him out riding but we haven't discussed what he is and isn't allowed to do yet ...

[ Suspiciously eyeing his so !! Loki looks to Chris, expression softening. ]

He's just being a brat.

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[ Chris hums, biting back another laugh as he looks up at Loki, sliding his hands down to stroke along the length of his legs like before. ]

I wonder where he gets that from...