[ 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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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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[A shift lets him nudge his nose against Loki's cheek before leanings back a hair, arm still loosely slung in place.]
Come on, now. We're meant to be cheering you up.
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With kisses?
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Well, it can't hurt to try.
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I find it acceptable, at least.