[Nothing to comment on here, although that's a Very Lovely Thing to hear. His fingers shift absently around Loki's, finding a comfortable grip for a moment longer.]
Good. One hates to be overly unsubtle in their affections.
[And one should probably take a step back from the lingering touch, but one is perfectly happy here.]
[And quite a precious thing to have it easily shared this way. His fingers shift gently, tugging to bring Loki's arm into his own so that they don't seem to be skulking.]
[William will, of course, be absolutely delighted by that--but not half as delighted as he seems to be now.]
Will you marry me, then?
[He'd meant to ask properly, with the gauzy romantic gestures meant to accompany such a request. Still, it's a bit wonderful that it bubbles out naturally on a wave of genuine contentment.
[ how could he say no? there's no feasible way loki ever could. not when faced with such a proposition. not when he thought it wasn't even possible. voice choked, he barely manages; ]
Yes. Of course, I — [ loki swallows tightly, trembling. ] — Are you sure you won't regret this? I don't — I can't —
[The "yes" is enough to pull him to his feet again, warm and close and brimming with an easy joy. The tumble of questions that follow give him pause, thumb smoothing quietly over Loki's knuckles.]
You don't have to be anything but yourself, darling.
[ loki's fingers curl around lawford's, eager, needy as he presses his forehead against his. marriage. it may not mean much or be much. but to be asked, to be wanted. his heart overflows. yes, yes, yes it seems to sing. ]
[ loki exhales with a shudder. so much. there's always a way to shovel more regrets, more pain. even with all he has lost, loki knows there is always more to lose. always.
In the proper Highlands, yes. [Certainly still often enough that he'd attended such ceremonies in his youth, to his mother's pride and father's slight chagrin.] It's gone a bit out of fashion in the cities. They prefer a small gathering with prayer now.
[Which seems a bit odd, given the... well, everything about this particular intended union.]
Just something small. [Another bump of the nose and soft press of lips, enjoying the indulgence of the moment.] A few friends and family as witness to the promises. Will that suit you?
[ family and friends. loki only has thor . . . maybe valkyrie. perhaps a few others could come. to a wedding. his wedding. his heart beats wildly at the mere thought of its existence, head spinning. ]
Of course. However you want it to be, I can make it happen.
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[ which may be a bit strong and the tips of his ears go a little pink. ]
I mean. They were perfect as they are.
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Good. One hates to be overly unsubtle in their affections.
[And one should probably take a step back from the lingering touch, but one is perfectly happy here.]
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My mother enjoyed flowers. She had large gardens. There was a plant on Earth called . . . calla lilies that she loved the most.
[ it is reflected in loki as well. the clothes he wore held that design, an homage to her. ]
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[And quite a precious thing to have it easily shared this way. His fingers shift gently, tugging to bring Loki's arm into his own so that they don't seem to be skulking.]
Have you seen the gardens here?
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[ perhaps he should have, but he didn't give it much thought. ]
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Will you take a turn with me? When you've finished with your adoring public?
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Of course. I'd be happy to.
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[Not a complaint, obviously. If anything, it's something to be utterly pleased about.]
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[ spoil, pamper. it's what loki enjoys so why not pass it along? ]
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[Is it wrong that that feels really quite lovely?]
Are you going to keep me in fine clothes and gaudy jewelry?
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[Time just like this, really.]
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You have me.
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Will you marry me, then?
[He'd meant to ask properly, with the gauzy romantic gestures meant to accompany such a request. Still, it's a bit wonderful that it bubbles out naturally on a wave of genuine contentment.
Honesty is so completely lovely to live in.]
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— Me?
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[Perhaps it hadn't been clear. Time, then, to pull Loki's fingers to his lips for a lingering kiss before shifting to kneel properly.]
Will you?
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Yes. Of course, I — [ loki swallows tightly, trembling. ] — Are you sure you won't regret this? I don't — I can't —
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You don't have to be anything but yourself, darling.
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I want it. I want you.
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[A little lean lets their noses brush together, just lightly, but hopefully enough to increase the warmth of the joy radiating off him.]
What's to regret?
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but this answer he does not regret. ]
Nothing with you.
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His laugh is soft and delighted as he leans in for the light press of a kiss.]
Thank you, Loki.
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What do you want the wedding to look like? I'm unfamiliar with Midgard's customs. Do they still do the handfasting?
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[Which seems a bit odd, given the... well, everything about this particular intended union.]
Just something small. [Another bump of the nose and soft press of lips, enjoying the indulgence of the moment.] A few friends and family as witness to the promises. Will that suit you?
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Of course. However you want it to be, I can make it happen.
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