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[That elicits a brief squeeze of the arm.]

Will you take a turn with me? When you've finished with your adoring public?

[ as if lawford needed to ask. as if loki wouldn't drop everything. ]

Of course. I'd be happy to.

You'll spoil me absolutely rotten, you know.

[Not a complaint, obviously. If anything, it's something to be utterly pleased about.]

That is the idea.

[ spoil, pamper. it's what loki enjoys so why not pass it along? ]

Is it?

[Is it wrong that that feels really quite lovely?]

Are you going to keep me in fine clothes and gaudy jewelry?

Is . . . that what you want?

I shouldn't mind it. [His fingers squeeze tighter for a moment.] But all I properly want is you, Loki.

[Time just like this, really.]

[ loki makes a note to drop off some jewels by lawford's later. ]

You have me.

[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.

Honesty is so completely lovely to live in.]

[ loki gapes openly, every muscle locked into place before he closes it shut audibly, utterly perplexed. ]

— Me?

You.

[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?

[ 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. ]

I want it. I want you.

I want you. I want this.

[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?

[ 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.

but this answer he does not regret. ]

Nothing with you.

[Not perfect--but life isn't. That's what makes moments like this so terribly precious and thrilling.

His laugh is soft and delighted as he leans in for the light press of a kiss.]

Thank you, Loki.

[ loki kisses back sweetly, his fingers moving to cradle lawford's jaw. ]

What do you want the wedding to look like? I'm unfamiliar with Midgard's customs. Do they still do the handfasting?

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.

However we want it to be, surely.

[What with this 100% involving both of them.]

[ isn't that what he said? loki blinks before amending. ]

Yes.

[ a pause. ]

But you should still tell me what you want.

Ah, well. Swans, then.

[Although, once he's shaken off the facetious impulse with a light kiss to his fiancé's nose, there's ]

It might be nice if we could have a quaich.

[ okay so swans,,, it's a start. something loki can easily put together with his powers at least. his brow furrows as he pictures what lawford means, bringing up the illusion of a quaich. ]

Like this?

[Will that ever not get an obviously fascinated little thrill? No. Somehow, having had a taste of it for himself had only deepened the sense of fascination.]

Exactly like, clever creature. [Which is him covered, really.] You'll have to leave me something to manage, hm?

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