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[Jason hums around his finger before he takes it out with a big lick.]

I was one, once. Had tentacles instead of legs. I don't remember much about it but eventually it just went away? Weirdest shit.

[ There's no point hiding the pulse of arousal that slips straight between his legs when Jason's tongue is used so lewdly, so he really shouldn't be surprised by the slow, easy grind against his thigh as Loki's lashes shutter. ]

Shame, I'm the sort of guy who could appreciate quality tentacle-porn. [ His damp finger hooks in Jason's belt, tugging him in close as another hand slides underneath Jason's jacket, skimming the curve of a clothed spine. ] Then again, you've got enough extra wiggly parts.

You would.

[He lets himself be dragged easily. One hand is wrapping around his waist to pull Loki closer while the other cups his face, grinning as he strokes his cheek with his thumb. He's not good at making people feel better. Even when he actively tried, like with Sasha, all he could do was try not to make things worse and sometimes he actively failed. But Loki looks a little less like he actually wants to jump to his death so he'll take it.]

You sure you'll be okay? [He leans to press a kiss on Loki's lower lip.] This was shitty timing.

[ Nudging his cheek into a warm palm, he closes his eyes as an amused smile fades. A nod follows the kiss. ]

When the Eudites started to bring in off-worlders, after they ran out of power again over a year ago, I was one of the first to arrive. Even back home I was never at the heart of a social melting pot, so I'm accustomed to the brevity that comes with the people in my life and it bothers me little that the companions I make here are all I'll likely ever have. This place reinforces loss as much as it promises gain, Jason, you should remember that. Guard your heart.

[ The collected facade fractures a little as his lips take a down-turn at the edges, less a god than a lonely man. ]

That's why it matters when you say you'll give me a goodbye.

I promise I will.

[As soon as the words leave his lips he regrets them. He shouldn't have done that, shouldn't have promised. A promise makes it real, makes it almost tangible and with the possibility to be broken. He sighs, burying his face on Loki's hair.] As long as it's up to me and I don't leave abruptly, I'll tell you.

[That should be enough. But it doesn't feel like it. He's still put himself in a position where he can disappoint Loki and when if he can, then it's only a matter of time before he will. But all he can do is make sure to tell Loki before he leaves.]

But as long as you're here I can't see myself being in a rush to leave.

[ The promise hurts; others did the same, others broke their word. The decision to leave was supposed to be up to them too and now look where they are. Nowhere to be found in this dimension. But ... Jason gathers him in like no one else has in recent years and Loki finds himself wrapped around him in return, unwilling to let go. Longing to believe.

A sad laugh leaves him, all the same. ]

Clearly you have a very compassionate family, that's why such a mish-mash of them are being brought here — every version of them seems to have somebody willing to help a different realm. It's also the reason so few of mine have lingered. [ A deep sigh buffets through his chest. ] You'd leave me behind if they truly needed you, Jason, and I can't even see a fair way to be angry at you about it because I understand ... and I want you to keep them.

[ Jason feels more like a brother than the Odinson has in a long time, an unsettling turn of events. On the other hand, Loki was never the child trickster that Thor assumed and only worthy of his hatred from the moment the truth was out, regardless of any lack of autonomy on Loki's part when it came to killing the boy. Those first few moments after the murder were excruciating as he condemned himself, choked on Magpie-blood and guilt that would be suppressed for over a year.

No one wants Loki as he is. No one but Jason, perhaps.

It's dark in the room as a hot wealth of tears smear against Jason's skin, rubbed away without ever sniffling or making a noise. All he does is take in steadying deep breaths, swallow down hard against the rising lump in his throat, and memorise the feeling of being wanted — it's so foreign that he can shut out everything but the strong encircling arms and the warm puff of Jason's breath, the beat of his heart, with relative ease. He hates that, too. Isn't he pathetic? ]

I wish I had been born on your world, with you.

I'm finding that situation kinda hard to buy. [Leaving Loki behind to save people in his family seems like an impossibility right now, so out-there it makes him want to laugh at the absurdity of it. But Loki wanting him back after Dick had also felt like one and he's holding him in his arms right now, so. Maybe he needs to kind of reevaluate his life.]

And I defiitely don't. If you'd been born there you wouldn't be you. [Gotham is his city. Part of who he is. He'd never leave Gotham just like he can never leave Batman behind, and he loves it with the same fierceness he puts behind everything. But it's still a shithole. It's obviously not that Loki wouldn't survive, Jason can't even begin to imagine the situation it'd take to destroy Loki and he doesn't want to. It's just that when he did, he'd be different. Wouldn't be the same guy taking pictures with Jason, teleporting him around, sacrificing his body to give Jason a truth potion. He's so insanely loyal, and Jason isn't worthy of it but he actually wants to be.

He runs a hand up and down is back. His mother did that, when he cried.]

But if you could, I'd want you there. Keep you there. I'd fuck you in every available surface and then get a new safehouse to start over again, you fucking me this time.

I'd feel safe for the first time in forever if you had my back.

[ That Jason prefers him as Loki is strikes a fond chord with the Asgardian for a dozen reasons that would confuse the oblivious Gothamite with no real knowledge of Loki's history, warmed from the inside-out. Soothed by the way he is held, his breathing calms and against all the miserable weight in his chest a laugh bubbles out at the provided imagery (so very Jason). Something soft and wounded turns to steel in his gut as he internally swears not to lose this man to the endless expanse of the Omniverse. Loki absolutely won't so a plan will be concocted inside the next few days to satisfy his resolve. ]

I have your back on this world. I promise with acres of cherries of top, as the saying goes.

[ Easing back enough to see him, a tug starts again at Jason's beltloops. This time, Loki leads him down toward the bedroom in the semi-darkness of the apartment and the levity of his reply doesn't quite match the frank appreciation in green eyes. ]

Might we sleep together? Literally, this time. I'm ... weary.

[ Heartsick. ]

[Jason hesitates for a second. It's not like they don't do a lot of pillow talk, but actually 'sleeping' is a completely different concept. It's not that he doesn't do it often, it's that he doesn't do it at all. The hesitation lasts for less than a millisecond, though, because after all he's shared putting up that kind of walls between them for no reason seems ridiculous.]

Sure, whatever you want.

[He lets himself be dragged to the bedroom.] But I don't have any clothes to sleep in in here.

[ That draws out a snort and a chuckle. ]

Good, I prefer you naked in all things.

[Jason grins, glad to see some of the tension ease up from Loki. There's no way, in his mind, that he's already okay after he was crying in his chest just a few moments ago. But if this is a first step, he'll take it. He tosses his jacket away to the nearest surface, reaching for the edge of his shirt.]

Yeah? So I can't keep my underwear on, Mr demanding?

Underwear is forbidden in the bedroom.

[ A rule he might have just now made up but one to his benefit. He definitely isn't okay but the aptitude for lying and chaotic leanings helps him shift his misery to the side in favour of smiles and sex as easily as some snap their fingers. Besides, the sight of Jason stripping is enough to warm every inch of Loki from head to toe, and a few in between.

He divests his clothes in an untidy pile, rolling his way under the thick duvet into the cold hub of a huge bed. ]

Get in, come on. It's chilly.

[ Not that the cold has ever bothered Loki. He simply prefers the warmth of a lover, specifically this one. ]

You're the one making me take my clothes off. [The underwear is the last piece that comes off, and it does so slowly. Jason might not be a showman, but he definitely doesn't mind an audience either. All of Jason's clothes (alongside the wig and the mask) are left together, a habit he got in case he had to run away and jump out of the window. Doing it naked is not as fun as it sounds.]

Not that I'm complaining. [He adds as he joins him in bed, pulling him for a kiss as he reaches for the duvet.]

You can warm us both up.

[ He runs his fingers through Jason's ruddy hair fondly when joined in the bed, wriggling closer to tangle their legs and seek out his favourite spot to sleep in on a shoulder, nuzzling at a neck. The idle caress sliding over Jason's chest finally tucks in at his other side. ]

Tomorrow, [ yawning, ] we'll ward you into the apartment's defenses. Hm?

Tomorrow.

[He says the word quietly, like it's a new concept. It's not, not really: when he's playing the part of just normal guy Jason some people expect this. He doesn't give it to them, he still disappears as soon as he can, but they expect it from him. But he's not playing any parts with Loki and yet here he is. Wrapping his arms around him, entwining their legs together and pulling him close as he buries his nose on his hair.

Jason is still here, and Jason is still the one he wants.]

Okay, we can do that. [He closes his eyes.] You're kinda very cute, ever tell you that?

Kinda very. Which is it?

[ Soft, wet kisses dapple Jason's throat, a lick tasting the stubble over an Adam's apple. He tugs the blankets up to cover his ears and goes back to nuzzling at his lover. Boyfriend? He'd like to think so. ]

Tell me all about how cute I am, mmm ...

[He hums, looking up so Loki has a better access to his neck as he closes his eyes. He always ends up kind of cuddling his pillow, smothering it between his arms and legs. Doing it with a warm body is much better, A+ would recommend.]

You're totally kinda very cute. [He grins to himself.] Trickster god, god of chaos yadda yadda but look at you now. Total cuddlebug.

[ His laughter shakes them in bed, a very pleased godling doing his best to rub against Jason and all his compliments with a snuggle under the blankets. It's not that he believes such things but hearing them, having someone to say them, is still a lovely novelty; it's like he doesn't know how to react but likes being fawned over all the same.

He kisses a pulse, steady and strong, and settles down. ]

Not for everyone, Mister Todd. Just the handsomest of gingers.

Edited 2016-03-30 12:48 (UTC)

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