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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?

[ikols]

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 ...

[batmansphoenix]

[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.

[ikols]

[ 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.