[It sounds exhausting, from a distance. The drink in his hand keeps him from reaching out properly, but it seems a good time to lightly bump his elbow into the god's.]
[There's a real charm to someone so objectively competent and capable getting a touch flustered. It only adds to the pleased crinkle at the corners of Lawford's eyes.]
We shall have to keep you surrounded with it, then.
[ is that even possible?? for thor it is. people love thor. enjoy thor's company. is the same likely for loki? he tries to remember if it happened in the past, but his memories are hazy, tied too deeply to grief and anger.
[ the urge to fidget is overwhelming. loki presses a finger to his palm, nail digging in. under this layer is another layer. layer upon layers. a plaster over the bad. ]
[ the cold doesn't bother him. it never has. but it's the touch that makes him quiver, surprise alight in his eyes. and then he melts into it with a muted sound. ]
[The slight tremble is not unfamiliar. It tugs at something in the center of William's chest--a half-memory, half-sensation that he can't quite pin to any particular moment in time.
Happily, there's nothing in the world currently stopping him from pulling his arm around Loki's waist and pressing his face against the god's shoulder. It likely isn't as completely encompassing as it might once have been, but hopefully the low wash of warmth from the lingering empathy bond helps fill in the gaps.]
[ loki shivers from the weight of it, so light, so fragile but it leaves him undone. when was the last time? months ago, back on the beach. back when he had thor. after that, he felt like a ghost, lingering in unoccupied spaces.
his hands rest on lawford's shoulders, digging in slightly. this is real. ]
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Yes. My magic sustains it for as long as I need it.
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Well done, you.
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Ah . . . Thank you.
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Time to drift back into being absolutely flip, then.]
And to think, the rest of us were so terribly pleased with our little tents, hm?
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Nothing wrong with that.
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[Not that there were tea things, but it feels right all the same.]
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I can at least feign graciousness. I was a prince. I was not without manners.
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All the more credit to you, then.
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I hope so, at least. It is a valued skill.
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I — Perhaps. With the right company.
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We shall have to keep you surrounded with it, then.
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he wanted to believe, though, so badly. ]
I would . . . like that.
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[Everyone needed a bit of that, surely. As far as he can tell, Loki certainly seems to deserve it as much as the next man (or god).]
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How does one do that?
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[Depending, at any rate, on the population.]
More of it is the right touch of vulnerability.
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I'm not sure I could ever risk that.
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[The risks changed and varied across time and space and need, of course, but the underlying need to truly be oneself? That never went away.]
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No one has risked their happiness for me.
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[There's no use saying it's not true. It's also likely not useful to point at the delicate vulnerability that might be inherent in this conversation.
The glass has to be discarded to catch at Loki's chin. His fingers are likely cold while he presses a light kiss against the corner of the god's lips.
Not much of a risk here, perhaps.]
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Happily, there's nothing in the world currently stopping him from pulling his arm around Loki's waist and pressing his face against the god's shoulder. It likely isn't as completely encompassing as it might once have been, but hopefully the low wash of warmth from the lingering empathy bond helps fill in the gaps.]
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his hands rest on lawford's shoulders, digging in slightly. this is real. ]
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There, you see? [The words are comfortably muffled. His breath is likely warm, even though fabric.] Not so bad.
[(This is never the bad part, of course. The part that hurts is when this all gets ripped away again.)]
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No. No, I suppose not.
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