send me ‘come back to bed’ for my character’s reaction to being caught sneaking out the morning after.
Loki stops dead in his tracks but, to his credit, doesn’t shrink beneath the guilt of being caught in retreat. Part of him warns against looking back at the other, but he does so regardless (because since when has the godling been not slightly plagued by masochism?) to see Erik hoisted onto one elbow, the sheet draped over him at the hip, with stern eyes locked on the god while curling a finger toward himself and the bed. With each inward bend of the finger, Loki felt the metal buckle around his waist tug somewhat and the trickster, more charmed than chagrined, shed the belt along with his pants, and then slithered beneath the sheets once more, pressing the mutant back into the mattress as he did so.
Color AU: where everything is black and white until you meet your soul mate. when your soul mate dies, the world goes back to black and white.
“Can you see it?”
The god’s chest suddenly felt tight, his harp string ribs taut around a sprinting heart and lungs seized with fear.
His world was exploding with vibrance, swathed in colors that were voraciously chasing the ashen shades away, and he was struck by the sheer beauty of it.
Were there names for each vivacious hue? Who did he have to ask to find out? What color was the shimmering ocean? What about Erik’s conservatory, which was surrounded by roses bushes with petals now bursting among the duller leaves? And what about Erik himself?
Loki couldn’t put names to all the different tints he was now seeing. The best he could do was compare and try to make sense of it all while not getting so lost in wonder…
That proved difficult, though, when Erik’s skin now looked just as warm as Loki had always known it to be. Warm was its color, like sand in the sunshine or down blankets in the winter. And Erik’s mouth, his lips and tongue and teeth, had never been merely black and white even when all he’d been able to see was a scale of gray. His mouth had always been an instrument of tranquility as much as torment; a distraction and a familiar feeling; and now, now it radiated the same warmth as his flesh with the additional pigmented peace and temptation.
The best and simultaneously worst, and simply most jarring of all, were Erik’s eyes. His pupils were as fathomless as they had always been, but the ribbons surrounding them were complex striations of color that made Loki think of everything at once. He thought of glittering oceans and the dark tempestuous clouds that roused them. He imagined the palette of a sunrise—bursts of light chasing away darkness—and in stark comparison he thought of the streaking claws of color at dusk as the sun made the horizon its grave.
“Loki?” Erik’s voice reeled the god back to the present. “Do you see it?”
Loki’s focus adjusted. To his surprise, he saw an equally stunned Erik looking back at him and it didn’t take long for Loki to wonder what Erik could see (and for Loki to hope that the radiance had burst for Erik the same way it had for him).
Send me a ⊱♥⊰ for my Muse's reaction to yours hugging them without warning!
To say she was surprised would have been an understatement, to be wrapped up by the cool steel exterior of one of her very best friends, and a leader through frightening times. Erik Lehnsherr was not a hugger to the best of her knowledge and it meant more than his usual watchful presence if he thought to concede to one of her wishes.
She squeezed back with a mindfulness towards his ribs and a huge smile brimming over with the urge to comment. Some people had complained she was a bit too eager in the past.
