( his fringe falls over one of the horns, curled edges wrapping their way around it and billy's raising a hand up to try and shove it a little further back, keep it from covering the helm. it doesn't quite work as well as intended, but loki's pushing his head back and kissing him and he no longer cares about how his hair falls over it.
or anything else that's not two feet in front of him. billy returns each kiss, hums soft against the godling's mouth as those hands run down his sides, arches up into him when teeth against his lower lip cause shivers to run down his spine. )
I'm not short, you're just--ridiculously tall. ( not that he minds it any. another kiss, fingers moving to play in the black strands resting against the back of loki's neck. ) We can go if you want. Ice skating.
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or anything else that's not two feet in front of him. billy returns each kiss, hums soft against the godling's mouth as those hands run down his sides, arches up into him when teeth against his lower lip cause shivers to run down his spine. )
I'm not short, you're just--ridiculously tall. ( not that he minds it any. another kiss, fingers moving to play in the black strands resting against the back of loki's neck. ) We can go if you want. Ice skating.