"Are you sure it won't give you a headache, love? I really love that you're making it, but you know it fucks your system over." Loki gave you a worried glance, nibbling at a beguni as he watched you ladle out the khichuri.
"It'll be fine,"you waved it off excitedly, choosing to ignore the memories of the times you had gotten sick after eating khichuri. Which was almost every time you had ever eaten it. "It's been years since I've had this, I can't give a shit right now." You hadn't so much as had a whiff of the typical scent of a rainy day Bengali lunch in years, you couldn't bring yourself to care about the aftermath just yet.
"So you can find an excuse to keep me in bed all weekend even after I've cured your headache with seiðr?"Loki grinned, setting the bowls of ilish fries beside your plates. "This smells absolutely delicious, by the way."
"Don't pretend you don't like it." You stood up on your tiptoes and pulled him down to kiss his cheek. "We're gonna stay in bed all weekend anyway, you know it."
You had barely pulled the chair towards yourself when he wrapped his arms around your waist to attack your neck with very wet kisses. You shrieked, laughing and struggling to get away as he tickled you.
"Don't tempt me, love."
"I'll tempt you later, I wanna eat now!"
"Okay, okay!"
Obviously, you got a headache later that evening. And obviously, he cured it with seiðr, just as he had predicted. It was worth it, you smiled to yourself as you pressed your nose into Loki's neck and joined him in a deep slumber, serenaded by the whisper of rain on the window panes.
