Thank you for the ask! I have another one with this prompt for Lokius, so here is Prezdoki for you! I don't know if I quite captured the "why are you squishing me" vibes, but there is a very large bed. 😂 I hope you like it. 💚
“Look at this thing!” Don flopped backwards, arms and legs spread wide. “It's huge!”
The bed was large, especially when compared to what Don owned. Loki watched with amusement as Don wiggled his hands and feet without coming close to the edge. He was grinning like a fool.
“It’ll be like sleeping in separate beds when there’s this much space.”
Loki frowned, as he saw no reason for them to be on opposite sides. In lieu of a response, he moved to the window and looked out at the sunny beach resort Don had dragged him to. The boys were with their mother, and Don had apparently won some sort of contest, though Loki was unclear on the details. The thought of spending hours in the sun was not very appealing to him, but he had decided to humor Don this one time.
When he turned away from the view, Don was still lying splayed out, eyes closed.
“Are we staying in then?” Loki asked.
Don sat up with a grin. “Nice try. I thought we’d take one of the jet skis out for a spin. I read they have bigger motors than what I’ve got at home.”
That could be fun. Loki debated pushing Don back onto the bed and convincing him to change their plans, but then decided to relent.
“We had better change then.”
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The jet ski was, as promised, exhilaratingly fast. If pressed, Loki would grudgingly admit Midgard had produced at least one good invention in its short history. The speed at which they zipped across the water has Don clinging to him, bright-eyed and laughing. Afterwards, Loki lured Don into a secluded cove where he could have his preferred sort of fun, taking his time while clear blue water lapped at their hips.
Dinner had followed, an impressively sized feast at which one of the servers recognized Loki and insisted on bringing out a variety of spirits at no added charge. By the time they retired to their room, Don was loose-limbed and drowsy, so it was no surprise that he headed straight for the bed and fell onto the closer side.
“Not even going to brush your teeth?” Loki asked, trailing a hand down the back of Don’s leg. The man was insistent about it when the children were around.
Don twitched but didn’t lift his head from the pillow he had buried his face in. Whatever he said in response was too muffled to be understood, a good sign that Loki had thoroughly worn him out. Loki moved to the other side of the bed, where their bags were, and pulled out one of the novels Don had brought along. He could use it to keep himself from getting bored while he waited for Don to wake up.
He had thought it would be some time, but after about an hour, Don wriggled around onto his back, seemingly still asleep. He lay there a moment, then rolled onto his left side, then onto his right. Then he felt around the mattress. Loki watched with amusement as Don finally lifted his head and blinked blearily around him. When he spotted Loki, he began dragging himself closer, looking terribly uncoordinated.
After crossing the expanse of the oversized mattress, Don flopped down again, now with his head in Loki’s lap and an arm thrown across Loki’s leg. With a sigh, he closed his eyes again.
“What happened to having all that space?” Loki said, out of idle curiosity.
“S’lonely,” Don mumbled.
Loki waited but no further explanation followed. He shifted the book then let his free hand rest on Don’s head. When he threaded his fingers through Don’s hair, the man made a soft noise, relaxing even more deeply into the mattress.
Loki could wake him for a second round of fun—or have his way without rousing Don, as he had done before—but after another moment’s thought, he simply ran his fingers through Don’s mop of silver hair. He kept up that soothing motion as he returned his attention to the nonsensical book in his hands.
