Camael: Cam slept with Loki in bed, something that had started occuring more often. He was sleeping soundly curled up against the other man, small snores coming from him before he bolted up with a start, his whole body on alert, breathing coming quickly.
Loki: Loki had always been a light sleeper. Always. Even when he was small, and since then it had only gotten worse. Which had been one reason why he'd always refused to share a bed with anyone else. But lately he'd been bending his own rule, and had only regretted it occasionally. This was one of those times. Still half-asleep, he tried to roll over, further onto his stomach, face buried in the pillows. "What /is/ it?"
Camael: "Somethings wrong." Cam, murmured, moving to get out of the bed only to fall, his legs caught in the covers. "Go back to sleep." He murmured, untangling himself with a small curse and pulling his clothes on, runing a hand through his hair as he silently communicated with other angels, something which he seldom did, not liking to break his almost Hermit like status with them. "I have to go, I don't know when I'll be back, heaven's turned into a civil war, and I'm being called to choose sides." He murmured, leaning down to kiss Loki's cheek. "I don't know when and If I'll come back. Sorry."
Loki: Face still buried in the pillow, he could only hear Cam fall, and he let out a soft chuckle. He had every intention of going right back to sleep, at least until he heard something about a war. He turned his head to look at Cam, blinking the sleep away from his eyes, still not feeling quite awake. "What?" He tried to ask more, but was cut off by the kiss to his cheek. Cam was talking too fast and saying things that seemed too sudden to be real. "Wait. /Wait./" He grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, tugging him back down to eye level. "Explain it. What do you /mean/ you don't know when - if - you'll be back?"
Camael: Calm almost yelped as Loki dragged him back down, putting a hand on top of the other man's. "My brother's Michael and Lucifer... They've been trapped in hell, but with Michael gone. Well, there is no one to lead. On of my brother's Raphael is trying to take control. To take my father's place. My little brother Castiel, is going against him... He doesn't know that I could beat my brother. And I don't want to be that Target. But, Cas, well he's calling in Favors I owe him." he looked away. "These are angels, things are going to get nasty, and it's going to get nasty fast." He gently pried Loki's hand off his shirt, looking at the man's hand in his. "As for when and If? I don't know what will happen. If I'll get killed, who will win, how long this will go. I promise to come back everytime there is a lull in the battle."
Loki: He'd always hated angel politics, too. That was one reason why he never tended to get involved with them, mostly stuck to demons - their politics mostly involved matters of who had the biggest claws at the table, much more simple and easy to twist. But angel politics are nasty. Most thinks about angels were, Loki decided. "Don't. Don't be stupid and noble and risk your life over a favor owed. Fuck owing anything." He slid his hand out of cam's, and started winding the end of his messy braid around his finger. "But you won't listen to me. You never do."
Camael: "I'm sorry Loki. But it's more than a favor. If Raphael wins, you can kiss seeing me, and probably any other angel goodbye." he sighed, brushing some of Loki's hair out of his face. "This time I can't listen to you, if I do, I won't get to come back and I'll probably end up dead." Cam stood after he finished talking, straightening out his clothes, as he looked around. "And I can't stop coming to bug you, now can I?" He smiled softly, chuckling nervously as he scratched the back of his head. Nervouse because this time he didn't know the outcome. He would not only have to attend to his duties, but also fight and make sure his men weren't corrupted. He did not need his legions turning on each other. Not now at any rate.
Loki: "I don't /care/ about any other angel," he snapped. Of course, he couldn't stop Camael. And the angel's logic was sound. So he had to give up trying. He frowned, tucking wayward strands of hair behind his ear. He supposed he should change his attitude. He couldn't have Camael's last memory of him be of him acting like a petulant child. "Well. Kiss me, then. Before you go. Not a goodbye kiss. This one is purely for luck, you see. I'll not have you going anywhere for too long."
Camael: Cam pulled back as Loki snapped, looking a bit disheartened, smiling a little as the man changed his attitude. "A lucky see you soon kiss then?" He chuckled, leaning forward and cupping Loki's cheek, kissing him just the way he asked, thumb stroking over the man's cheekbone as they kissed. He pulled away and leaned his head against Loki's some of the chatter going through angel radio actually seeping into Loki's mind, before he pulled away, the line being full of chaos and shouts for back up. "Sorry." He murmured, kissing the spot where his forehead had pressed against Loki's before he pulled away completely. "Guess I'm feeling a little affectionate today."
Loki: It was an odd thought, to think that this might be the last time he kisses the angel. It's odd to think that it makes him feel something, some tightness in his chest. He should not /care,/ really. But those thoughts were cut off when his mind picked up on the tension, the panic, the discord. He could not make Camael stay longer. He was a king first, and a lover second. Camael needed to be that way, too. "....They need you. Go. I know the way they sound. That is the way my people sound when they need me."
Camael: Camael nodded, straightening his clothes as he looked a Loki one last time. "I'll see you later. Tell the girl sorry for me." He murmured, smiling before he vanished, ignoring the pain in his chest as he left, knowing it was something stupid to feel. He was gone for a considerable amount of time, helping Castiel on and off with what was going on, pulling away as the man became darker in his persuits. He appeared a year and a half later, looking dead on his feet, having just had to deal with the fates, not knowing Cas was planning on opening purgatory yet. "Loki?" he mummbled as he appeared, his armor fading away as he stood there, showing his rumpled clothing beneath.
Loki: It hurt, after he left. It ached, and Loki was frustrated with it. At least, he told himself as he settled back down to sleep, he could assert his focus back to kingly concerns - even if a good bit of those 'concerns' were drowning himself in liquor and pretty men. But he, too, had his share of war when Camael was away, the discord among the realms from the angels' struggle led to some small bands of dark elves attempting to riot - Loki was not surprised. The creatures were warlike by nature, only complied with rulers which they feared, which was why Loki had entrusted Malekith, their king from years past, to their rule. He simply had to remind the dark elves that Worldbreaker was to be feared, as well. So he was kept busy, though he appeared nowhere as tired as Camael did, when he finally showed up. Loki dropped everything, without a second thought. Standing up, he immediately closed the gap between himself and Camael, winding his arms around him. "Ymir's bones, you're /back,/ you're back."
Camael: "Back." Camael mumbled with a small relieved smile, leaning against Loki with a hum, arms going around in him return. "Missed you. I think it's almost over." He mumbled after having buried his face in Loki's neck, taking in his scent, his prescence, his very being as he relaxed against him. "There are so many dead already. It is so sad to see my family die, killing each other." As he spoke his armor finally faded completely and his hand tangled in Loki's cape like bit, pulling him closer to himself. "Sorry I didn't visit sooner. I meant to, but, well things happened." After a few moments he pulled Loki down into a slow kiss, hand seeking out his cheek, feeling his features, mapping everything. "How are you? How has everything been?" He finally asked, pulling away. "Are you alright? Everything safe?"
Loki: "I missed you," he admitted, smoothing out Cam's matted hair, the angel warm in his arms, a warmth he was no longer quite used to, after so long. "Death is always sad, when those who die are of your own. I know. I know." He felt Cam's fingers tangle in the fur, the pressure of it, and he held him tighter. The kiss was something he hadn't realized he needed quite so much, and he deepened it, tangling his fingers in his hair. Everything came back to him, familiarity and devotion he hadn't realized he had rushing back, filling his chest. He had missed Camael, really. "We have had war. But not the sort you have had. Dark elf uprisings. I spent a lot of time with Malekith. It's mostly safe, now. Mostly. I cannot imagine how it has been for you."
Camael: Cam melted into the kiss, resting against Loki with a small sound as the man tangled a hand in his hair, leaning into that hand even as they pulled apart, wanting everything and nothing at the same time. "Was everything alright? I'm glad it's mostly safe though, if you need help. I'm here." That being said he leaned forward, nuzzling the cold cheek. He felt comfort with the cold skin in his, not sure why but enjoying it all the same. "It's... It's worse than hell really." He mumbled, sighing against the man's cheek, tired with his whole being but beyond happy to be with the other man. He chose to ignore the implications those feelings brought, knowing neither of them would want the answers. "I'll have to go back eventually, but I wanted to come here, see you. The whole war has been jumping between sactuary and heaven and there has been every underhand fight you can think of. We've even had sides take prisoners." Cam sighed pulling away and cupping both of Loki's cheeks with his hands. "Damn... I'd almost forgotten how one could drown in your eyes." He smiled shakily before chuckling.
Loki: "You must not know dark elves very well. They are always looking to fight. But they are easy to control. For me, anyway." he said with a small chuckle, letting his arms wind loosely around his neck, leisurely stroking his neck as he nuzzled against his cheek. "I am glad you came. You deserve some comfort, if only for a while. War is made for underhanded fighting - which is a tactic I rather embrace, myself. But you have my apologies, they are never quite so likeable when they are against you." He gave a small smile when Cam took his face in his hands, which only grew wider at the compliment. "Drown, then, and make certain you remember. How I have missed your flatteries, while you were away. And, I admit, I have missed the warmth of your arms as well."
Camael: "I don't know them well." He murmured, almost purring as Loki storked his neck, taking comfort in his words. "I'm used to underhand fighting, truly, I rely on it when fighting demons. But to see my brothers doing it to each other." He shuddered, leaning forward to kiss Loki deeply. "I'll happily drown in your eyes, your being." He murmured, hand's drifting down so that his arms draped around the man's waist. "You're cold was missed as well." Cam murmured with a chuckle, smiling at Loki. "I'm afraid this body isn't in the same shape as you left it in. I hope you still accept it all the same."
Loki: "It is painful, to see family suffer. But you must remind yourself of who your /true/ family is. It will be less painful if you do, as time goes by." He returned the kiss, kept his arms wound tight around his shoulders, gave a quiet little chuckle to match Cam's. "Ah, yes...your body. I have missed /that,/ as well." He said, trailing his fingers down Cam's chest with a coy smile, hiding his relief that Cam was alive, his happiness to have him back, under coquettishness. "Come. We can retire to my chamber and we can reaquaint ourselves. I shall leave you with memories to keep you warm, those nights in the wilderness."
Camael: "It is, and I agree." Cam murmured hands gently rubbing Loki's lower back as the man's hands went down his chest. He truly did miss this, and it all felt so normal it was unreal. "That sounds like a fantastic plan, but first I fear I am in need of a wash." He looked down at his rumpled state before looking back at Loki, giving him an embarrassed smile. "I'm rather dirty at the moment, and don't wish for you to have that to remember me by." He laughed lightly, giving Loki a small smile.
Loki: Raising an eyebrow, he gave a small smirk, before somewhat reluctantly unwinding himself from his embrace, tugging his arm to pull him along. "Oh, of course. I wouldn't want you to get me all filthy, would I? Come, I will take you to the bathhouse, and make certain you are sufficiently clean. You do still know your way around here, don't you?"
Camael: Camael actually smiled, following Loki as he was pulled. "Filthy with dirt, never. Blood however, I remember having a fun time with that once." He grinned, enjoying the man talking. "I remember my way around, how could I forget." He hummed, sliding his hand to tangle in the Jotun's, hoping he wouldn't shake him off. They finally reached the bathhouse though and he stepped in with him, a small smile on his face as he looked around, relaxing. He parted from Loki then, slowly pulling off his clothing to reveal under garments and then the new bright scars.
Loki: "Well," he said with a laugh, noticing his smile. "I /like/ blood. Quite a bit. Dirt, on the other hand, not at all." He had missed this, the simple companionship that he did not quite have with anyone else. Allies, he had to keep a level of formality with, courtesans, a sense of regality. But he was neither Camael's king, nor his ally, not officially. He let Cam strip first, slowly undoing his own robe, raising his eyebrow upon seeing the new scars. "I do not recognize those. You got them in the war, hmm? What happened to you?"
Camael: "I know you like blood." Cam chuckled, shucking all his garments and feeling Loki's eyes upon him. He turned away from him to pick up his clothes, more scars showing as he did, folding them before he turned back to to the other man, scratching the back of his head. "Well, fighting of course, getting stabbed a few times. Then captured and tortured before I managed to break out." He shrugged. "The Winchester boys helped me avoid a few though." He moved over, gently unclasping Loki's kilt. "The ones made with the angel blade will stay, but the others will fade."
[1/23]Loki: “I see,” he said, starting to undo the clasps on his own clothes, shrugging his cloak off his shoulders. “I’ve heard of the Winchesters. I have seen them. I’ve not yet met them, though. I would /like/ to, they’re quite pretty…but I do not think they would like me much.” he added with a short laugh, shedding the rest of his clothes. “I do not mind scars, you know. They look becoming on you.”
Camael: “I know you would like to meet them, but no, they wouldn’t like you. If they found out you were a god, well. They might try to kill you.” Camael smiled softly, looking down at his scars before stepping up to wrap his arms around Loki’s neck, pulling him down into a gentle, easy kiss. It spoke volumes on how they were, apart for so long, seeking each other’s affections, but still able to take some things slow. He pulled away from his cold lover after a moment, giving him a small smile before stepping into the bath, his wings not out for once. Having always kept them out when he visited the other man on his request.
[5/3]Loki: "Mm. /Try/ would be the key word, there. A shame. I would likely get bored with them too quickly, anyway. I get bored of humans so easily..." He stepped into the water next to Cam, sinking down in it to his shoulders, stretching out his legs underneath him. "But they like /you/ well enough? That's almost unfair. Do you think I should be offended?" he teased, reaching over to stroke a spot on the back of Camael's neck
Camael: "They never would be able to, but they would give you their best, which has killed other gods." He looked to Loki, smiling as he too sank into the water, letting his head fall forward as the the world breaker rubbed his neck, not entirely used to the touches, affectionate in nature and chuckled. "Offended? The World Breaker offended, by some little humans with talent. I would say not. They only put up with me because they like their angel Castiel." Cam shifted then, turning to face Loki and moving up to him, pressing their chests together as he let his lips hover mearly inches away from the jotun's. "The things we will do once I'm clean." He captured Loki's lips with his after that, almost straddling him.
Loki: "Ah, but I am not other gods," he said, still smirking a bit, watching him melt just a little as he rubbed his neck. "Oh, that's right...one of your brothers has taken to /living/ with them. Probably more. Is that a common occurence with you angels? Fucking around with mortals, I mean." Whatever the answer, Cam chose to tease him next, moving his lips inches away from his - Loki would certainly not give in first. He never liked to. Once Camael kissed him, he ran his hands down his chest, lightly, playfully shoving him a little once he pulled away from the kiss. "Yes. And only /after/ you are clean."
Camael: "Ah, but I am not other gods," he said, still smirking a bit, watching him melt just a little as he rubbed his neck. "Oh, that's right...one of your brothers has taken to /living/ with them. Probably more. Is that a common occurence with you angels? Fucking around with mortals, I mean." Whatever the answer, Cam chose to tease him next, moving his lips inches away from his - Loki would certainly not give in first. He never liked to. Once Camael kissed him, he ran his hands down his chest, lightly, playfully shoving him a little once he pulled away from the kiss. "Yes. And only /after/ you are clean."
