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but they're gonna pay me

who: loki and billy (616)
what: billy is loki's hero.
when: dec
where: trixie, the club.
warnings: gay boys play gay chicken, how can anyone lose? #moonboyfriends

[ The basement, pub, and VIP area of Trixie are all bursting at the seams tonight owing to bad weather and the enchanted nature of the building to stay a toasty hub in the wintertide months. Hygge is ongoing which means a party spirit is in the air but, for once, Loki can't be found dancing or flirting with his patrons; he sits in one of the booths upstairs on the restricted first-floor, not an ounce of merry-making beyond the half-closed golden drapes where he sits behind a low table scattered with official documents pertaining to his accounts. A laptop has a billion tabs open and a half-empty chocolate milkshake stands forgotten while Loki, with the sleeves of a smart white shirt rolled up, hunkers over bills and spreadsheets and genuinely wonders if this is a fate worse than falling into the Void.

The godling rubs his eyes and sighs, head in a hand. Not for the first time his mind wanders to a dozen other things, places, and people, restless and unwilling to cooperate because there was a reason he hired Tim Drake to do this, the guy was wired for marketing and financial nonsense. The strict, unrelenting nature of it goes against every iota in his body that tries so hard to feign interest, scripted for chaos and tricks and all sorts of things that don't help him explain tax and net incomes and EBITDA. His horned helm lies at an angle on the far edge of the table but it may as well be an omniverse away for all that he feels like he's the God of Mischief. God of Migraines, sure.

He always did hate arithmatic ... in every lifetime. ]

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( don't make his nerding out sexual, loki. he just really likes loki's horns. which, of course, means there's absolutely no way he's going to deny it when loki reaches out for them and holds them out so he can slip them on.

he leans into the helm, one hand raising to press over loki's own as it slides into place, smile widening as the helm presses to his forehead, his cheek bones. he leans forward enough not to stab loki in the face with them when he turns around to face the godling. )

That debt? Definitely repaid in full.

[ Is there anyone cuter than Billy in this moment? No. Chuckling as he adjusts the helm, he runs a thumb along the guard to skim a warm cheek. ]

Gold suits you, it brightens your eyes.

[ It's impossible not to sound fond. ]

( just like it's absolutely impossible for him to not get distracted by loki's hand on his cheek. billy's gaze shifts down for just a moment, eyes focusing on loki's mouth--before quickly going back up to his eyes. )

I bet you say that to all the boys you let wear your helm. ( he's reaching back into his pocket, scrambling to find his phone, yes. this is something to immortalize in selfie form. )

[ Reflexively, he licks his lips. ]

Oh, yes, and all the girls too.

[ Snerk. He leans in to get into the selfie, pulling a shocked face for one and ... tilting his temple to Billy's for the other, snapping the nicer shot on his own phone too. Hipster nerds abound in this club tonight. ]

There's going to be a party for all the Norse folk that have fallen into this realm through the portal, I suppose I'd be remiss if I didn't invite you.

[ Billy is practically an honourary Asgardian at this point. ]

( godfuckingdamnit loki. he's going to do his best to ignore that, and the flush spreading over the tips of his ears. this selfie is way more important than that!! billy's leaning back against loki after he's finished snapping them, pulling up the one of loki making faces and quickly switching it to his new background image. )

So there's you, the other Loki, Thor, your sister, and Sif?

And Ivar the Boneless who is an actual Viking, as well as anyone else of whom I'm not aware. I've heard a goat is going to be sacrificed to the gods. [ So, to him and his fam. Essentially. ] To usher in a decent new year, that sort of thing. Sentiment.

[ His hands skim over Billy's hips, up and around and forward where he digs his thumbs into the divots of bone. ]

Ivar the Boneless? ( there's a shocked sound that follows after, hips pressing back into loki as he stumbles with his phone for a moment. )

As in, son of Ragnar, Ivar the Boneless?

... You are such a bigger nerd than anyone gives you credit for.

[ His nose dips to the nape of Billy's neck and he nips at the collar of his tshirt this time. With that warm body sinking back against him, Loki wraps an arm around Billy's waist to keep him right there. Cosy and Loki's. ]

I didn't know getting nerd credit was a thing, but I'll make sure I work to get the credit I deserve.

( he's wearing loki's helm, leaning back against him, loki's arm wrapped around his middle and mouth pressing extremely close to his neck and here they are speaking of norsemen, as if this is the most normal thing there is. )

When's the party?

Dunno, whenever Ivar finishes the preparations.

[ Loki, too, is far more interested in nosing the nape of a neck where brunette locks begin, softer and finer than the rest. And then he tightens his grip on Billy, ensuring he can't escape ...

And blows an enormously wet raspberry. ]

( if loki hadn't been holding onto him tight, he would have jolted right out of the booth. billy gives a startled yelp, jerking forward against the hand at his waist as his neck flushes a brightbright red, weight shifting forward until he's all but shoving against that arm. )

Loki!! ( sure hope no one of importance was sitting around nearby doing anything uninterruptible. )

It was very necessary, before you complain. You left yourself wide open for an attack!

[ The arm around Billy eases up as Loki laughs, unrepentant to the nth degree. ]

Constant vigilance!

[ It was either a raspberry or a kiss, so. ]

I trusted you with my neck and this is how you repay me.

( you know what! he's reaching for that coat to put it right back on over his head and moving off of loki. that's what he gets!! )

Whoa!

[ Nonono! A hop and a skip and he has his arms back around Billy, looser than before as he looms over him with the advantage of his height. His laughter bubbles in brunette locks where he stuffs his face. ]

Don't go yet, you've barely looked at me since you came and you said it yourself, I was your reason for visiting in the first place.

( escape attempts are futile--but he doesn't mind too much. he is still grabbing onto his jacket and doing his best to throw it on over his head without removing loki's helm. that's staying there for as long as loki lets him have it, thank you. which is also part of the reason why-- )

I can't exactly look at you when I'm sitting like this, you know. ( he's felt loki against him plenty, can feel the shape of him against his back, dampness on his neck where loki decided to leave his spit. that's close enough, right. )

[ His spit is a coveted source of DNA, Victor would backflip to get a quarter of that. ]

Then fix yourself up, Kaplan, there's only so much room on these couches.

[ He retreats but he takes that ridiculous coat with him, tossing it to the floor by the curtain that isn't closed. The suede booth has more than enough room for two people as Loki sits back, trusting that Billy won't bolt while he's wearing the helm; he's too polite for that. ]

( victor may backflip for it, but billy's reaching a hand back to scrub it off. like loki's got cooties or some bullshit like that.

and what does loki have against his clothes. he liked that coat. if loki's going to be insistent, then--billy doesn't get off, but he's reaching a hand out towards the curtain, pulling it closed moments before he's twisting around on top of loki and resting forearms against the other's shoulders, knees pressing against the booth on either side of loki's hips.

keeping a good distance between their faces but staring loki down as the small of his back digs into the table behind him. )

Is that better?

[ Expecting Billy to stretch out on the couch and kick him or something, being straddled takes the wind out of his sails and even if it hadn't, Billy's intense stare would have. Loki bites his lip to hold in a dozen quips he knows he shouldn't make, then lightly rests his hands back on Billy's hips (hey, he closed the last curtain, who's going to see ~~as if that's what matters~~).

Docile by comparison to minutes ago, he nods. ]

Much. [ What's not an innuendo? Uh. ] You're heavier than I thought you'd be.

[ Nailed it. ]

( he's going to have to start taking notes on what gets what reaction out of loki. this, this is good. the intent had been to shut him up to an extent and that's definitely happening.

there's a upwards curve to the corners of his lips. not quite a grin, but getting there. )

You weigh at least twice as much as I do, I don't want to hear it. ( not to mention loki's several times as strong as he is and can definitely handle the weight of one william kaplan. )

Thrice, actually. Studies show Asgardians are at least three times as durable as humans, bone density and the like. Fascinating stuff.

[ His hands can't bear to stay still and they skim down Billy's thighs to hook in the bend of his knees, kneading their way back to the top. Loki never looks away from Billy for a moment. ]

Greater stamina, too.

[ That is a totally relevant fact. ]

( now the question is: who is going to win this stare off. billy doesn't break eye contact, either--rests some of his weight against loki's shoulders as he leans into him a little more. )

See? You'd crush me in an instant. ( stamina was definitely not relevant, thank you. but he'll take note of it anyway. just in case someone quizzes him on myth versus truth on asgardians later. ) And I'm not even sitting on you.

( not entirely. most his weight's still on his knees--for now. the way loki's touching them is enough to make his legs tremble, but he's doing his best to ignore that. )

[ Just in case of quizzes, sure. ]

I feel like this is all a roundabout way of calling me fat, [ fingers curl in the bend of denim-clad knees to wriggle there, tickling him in a bid to slacken the last of the tension keeping Billy aloft, ] which I find incredibly offensive.

( it works fast enough, weight dropping down onto loki's lap as billy presses his lips together to stifle any giggles. )

You know perfectly well that's definitely not what I was saying, Loki. ( he'd break eye contact and look him over just to prove a point, but that'd mean losing. ) You're very pretty.

I know. [ To both, haha.

A triumphant smirk widens his lips and he tugs on the knees still in his grip to drag Billy closer with a single sudden yank, fitting them snugly together. There's a challenge in the tilt of his chin, still staring up, perfectly content to be the one beneath Billy when some of his more prominent fantasies aren't too far off. Even if Loki loves the idea of pinning the witch against the nearest wall, being pinned sparks a whole other set of desires. ]

Nico had a thing about my chest in particular, that's where he discovered I liked to be petted. [ Belatedly adding on the minor detail, ] As a fox.

( that's. definitely close, oh wow. it catches him a little off guard, hips to loki's waist, stomach pressed snugly against the other's own, hands still on his knees and what catches him even more off guard is loki bringing nico into it.

billy hums soft under his breath, moves forearms off of loki's shoulders and slides both palms down his chest instead. )

I have a feeling you enjoy being petted regardless of whether or not you're furry.

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