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[Jason's fingers are around his knife in a second, knuckles white from how hard he's holding it. But he doesn't move, doesn't pull away, simply lets Loki do his thing. Because he's just tired of a conversation that runs in circles, he's tired of repeating himself over and over. He knows he's being stubborn, he's fully aware. But it's like a rock rolling down the hill, he's pretty much unable to stop himself from lashing out.

It's the eyes that do it, for Jason. Having those green eyes piercing into him again, his face so close if he would just lean in. He wants to look away, look anywhere else but he maintains eye contact.]

I'm looking.

[ Noticing the way one of Jason's hands slips out of sight doesn't deter Loki in the slightest. Whether shot or stabbed, Jason would be fast enough to get it over and done with, at this range, before even a godling could pull away.

He slides in front of Jason's seat to perch on the table, legs loosely straddling the outside of the chair. ]

You are my first choice, Jason, I would have you at my back before any of your brothers. [ Green eyes crinkle with a wry smile, tired of fighting. He tweaks ginger hair. ] The same goes for having you anywhere else before them, too.

[Jason closes his eyes. It's like a hit to the chest, but he takes a deep breath through his nose instead of wincing in pain and lashing out. He's pretty sure it hurts because part of him can't ever bring himself to believe it, but he's done with that. He's just tired of pushing Loki away when there's no reason, tired of missing him, tired of the passive aggressiveness that has taken over one of the purest things he'd found in Eudio.

He still wishes Loki didn't think he was forbidden to sleep with Dick just for Jason. But that doesn't seem to be sinking in and Jason is tired of repeating it, tired of basically pushing Loki towards Dick. He doesn't understand why Loki would pick him, but he decides that it doesn't matter anymore.

Because he'll trust him, once more.]

And you are mine. [He opens his eyes again, because this is ridiculous.] Can I kiss you now?

I thought you'd never ask.

[ He slides off the table and right into Jason's lap, straddling him comfortably as arms drape around his host's shoulders. A crisp shirt strains as Loki does so, his pants weren't made for this; but at least it shows off what Jason has been missing lately. ]

Red Riding Hood.

[ Ha ha. There is a deeply satisfied ball that settles in the pit of his stomach to once more be in Jason's arms. Here is a man that Loki would try to save if this dimension tore asunder, someone he would not leave behind under any circumstances. ]

[Jason rolls his eyes, snorting. His whole body relaxes in relief at feeling Loki's body against him once more, feeling his warmth. He missed this, God help him he really did and he's never been good at handling loss. He lets go of the knife.]

Not so 'little', though, am I?

[He takes his time. He reaches to cup Loki's face but doesn't lean in for a kiss immediately. He lets his thumb caress Loki's lower lip, his other hand caressing his cheek like he'd forgotten what his face felt like and needs the reminder. Loki's skin is soft, unfairly soft where Jason's fingers are callused and hard no matter how much he tries to take good care of his skin. But right now it just seems to fit.]

Happy Valentine's, Silver tongue. [And he leans to press their lips together.]

Not so much, no.

[ The way Jason handles him makes Loki feel precious, like he isn't a lying cheater with a bad case of evasive guilt-tripping and wholly unhealthy to be around. It draws out a smile when calloused fingertips drift over his lips, warmth spreading from his innards-out when the well wishing comes with a sweet nickname.

That title means a lot more when Jason uses it. ]

Happy Vee Day.

[ And so will follow one long night of make-up sex with Jason deciding which positions they take because he deserves to be spoiled. ]

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