Kiss: My Character will kiss yours;
Loki glanced back at the bedroom from where he was seated at the desk in the living room; his relatively large spellbook was open in front of him and he’d barely read a single word. The door was slightly ajar and the light from the lamp was shining through. Thor had asked him at least three times to come to bed but he’d refused - the spell he’d been studying had to be perfect.
Now Though, he could barely focus anymore. Thoughts of the warm bed surfaced, of Thor tugging his thin body to his broad, his hands sliding down his muscular arms…–thoughts, mind you, that he wouldn’t speak aloud to most anyone. He sat at the desk for a few more minutes, his right elbow placed upon the desk top and his hand holding up his head.
With a sigh of defeat, Loki shifted to straighten in his seat and closed the spellbook with a loud thump.He scooted back in the chair and rose, turned to face the door down the hall and made his way to it, his bare feet making no sound against the carpet…but he had a feeling Thor knew he was coming. Without a word, Loki slipped past the door and walked toward the bed.
With light–though obviously sleepy–grace, he crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees and over to Thor, who glanced over at him as he saw Loki descending. The sorcerer leaned down then, pressing a long kiss to Thor’s lips without warning. The thunderer hummed, his right hand reaching up to cup Loki’s jaw. Loki smiled against his lips and pulled back briefly.
“Coming to bed, finally..?” Thor murmured lowly, the sound seeming to send a pleasant electric shock through Loki. Sometimes it drove him mad how easily Thor could effect him.
“Mmhm,” Loki licked his lips…another pleasant night it would be indeed.
Date: I will write a drabble about our characters going on a date;
Thor and Loki went out every now and then, of course. They were on Midgard and there wasn’t much to do in a small apartment in New York–…well, there was but he supposed they needed fresh air once in while. Thor always insisted on them being dates, Loki thought the term was silly. Although he would never say it outloud, he thought it was…sweet how much he insisted on it. And a little infuriating, but mostly sweet.
They walked along the streets, something Loki enjoyed and insisted on rather than taking a cab or teleporting there if it wasn’t too far away from their apartment. Thor always held tightly to Loki’s hand even though he’d sometimes try–half-heartily–to pull his hand away.
Eventually, they made it to their destination; A rather fancy looking restaurant. Thor knew very well of Loki’s tastes and he decided not to object. The food at such places after all was always delicious. The Asgardians made their way inside, waiting, and then finally lead to a table near the back where they wouldn’t need to worry about disturbances or interruptions. Loki ordered sweet wine, Thor some kind of mead.
“What do you think?” Thor began, a broad smile spreading across his face. Loki said nothing for a few minutes, sipping at his wine and taking his sweet time observing the place.
“I like how it looks…and I like that it’s possible to have privacy..” He glanced over to meet Thor’s eyes, bright with a hopeful glow. “Lets see how the food is before we decide, hm?” Loki smiled briefly, a hint of playfulness hidden within that he knew Thor could see and likely feel.
Thor’s smile grew at Loki’s words, mostly at the light teasing. He laughed, the sound warm, deep and genuine which made something inside Loki flutter(to which he would deny if asked directly). Thor reached across the table, taking Loki’s hand in his; Loki glanced at him and made no room to pull away. His teal eyes were warm, a rarity which Thor treasured. “A good date then?” Thor prompted.
Loki let out a soft breath, his gaze flickering down now. He knew Thor would be pleased to hear him say it, so he decided to do just that. Just this once.
“Yes…a good date, Thor.” All Thor did for the rest of the night was smile.
