In the closet (for felix-wyatt) (I had tooooo)
Send “in the closet” for our muses to play blind seven minutes in heaven
How was he supposed to resist the idea of this human game? The Diamond King loved to throw parties on a whim, parties that would have a special VIP section for all those who had earned his favour. It wasn’t necessarily hard to do that either. A bit of flattery got you a long way with the god. So long as you were beautiful or interesting to him to start with. On nearly every other occasion someone tried to assassinate him and failed embarrassingly. Except for that one incident with the mini nuke. The Orpheum Theatre was still in ruins. The risks just added spice to life.
So here he was, escorted blind into the closet with the unknown person that had been selected. Even better, they didn’t know it was him either, perhaps wouldn’t even know he was playing the game.
Loki reached out and found shoulders to rest his arms on, sliding his hands on up past a neck, and cupped their face. He leaned in, weighing up their own response and dared to press a kiss to the mystery person’s lips.
@felix-wyatt









