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( there's no alarm set because fuck alarms, he doesn't have work today, and he's not waking up before his body decides it's good and ready to awaken. the blue flower close to his face makes it evident enough that loki's back; no one else would come in here.

it's a quick trip down to the kitchen, stopping by the coffee pot first because fuck if he's going to function like a relatively normal person before downing caffeine. he downs the entire cup on the slow trek into the lounge, leans over the back of the sofa to wrap arms around loki's shoulders, empty mug against his chest. )

Welcome back, hero. ( with a soft kiss pressed to loki's cheek. )

[ Their bond which has lain dormant for the beat part of a week floods with delighted affection when Billy reels Loki in, his advance not unnoticed but Loki enjoys knowing he's there without having to look. When he does glance around he pauses his game, brushing knuckles along Billy's cheek and leaning up for a soft, all too chaste peck on the lips. ]

Have many monuments been erected in my honour? Did the Avengers beg you not to tell me how much they appreciate my hard work?

No monuments, and no commentary from the Avengers, but you know how they are.

( buttfaces, even if they're among billy's favorite buttfaces. he slouches down against the back of the sofa, leans his weight into loki's shoulders with his chin resting against a collarbone to watch the screen in front of them. )

How was your trip?

Predictably eventful. It felt good to do something of import, Stephen is pleased and I think he won't kick me out for at least three years, minimum. [ It felt like the time was right to cement that odd friendship, time to prove he wasn't the Loki who harmed Stephen back on Earth-616. It's been a success. ] All is well.

[ He runs his fingers through Billy's hair, giving a tug. ]

I have a perfectly good lap and it's witchless, could you fix that?

That only leaves you with a little over a year of unpredictable housing in Quarantine. . I'm sure we'll find something for that last bit. ( stephen most likely won't kick loki out; he's. been good, trying his best, even if he still goes about shit in a very loki way. billy's adjusting to it, and he's been here for far less time than strange has been.

walking around the sofa to climb onto his lap is clearly much more effort than he needs to put into it, so billy instead moves one arm over loki's shoulder so they're both on the same side of his neck, gets up onto his toes and pushes himself up and over the side of it, sliding his way down and throwing legs off to a side to get himself comfortable.

because that's clearly a lot less hard than walking four steps. )

[ Loki catches Billy when he slings his legs across his lap, an arm around his waist and another draped around his knees to hitch them closer. His nose burrows into the warm curve of Billy's neck, still smelling like their bed and home. He sighs, bringing his feet up on the couch so they can cuddle properly.

Maybe if he lived with Billy their whole house would smell so good. ]

I missed your hands. How weird is that? No one was out there in the jungle to take mine when I reached out at night.

( his hair's still a disaster zone, curls going in every direction, t-shirt wrinkled, boxers decorated in tiny mjolnirs and definitely wrinkled--and he falls into loki's arms easy enough. tilts his head back a bit he presses in against billy's neck with the hand holding onto his mug shifting back behind them to try and shove it into an unoccupied corner of the cushions. )

I said I'd come keep you company if you wanted. ( but it's a little late for that. both hands free, billy raises them to cup loki's cheeks in between his fingers, traces over the lines of his cheeks with thumbs. ) I'll hold your hand extra to make up for it.

Mmm ...

[ Long lashes flutter on his cheeks as his gaze swims in and out of focus, content to half-doze now that he's back where he should be. ]

There's meaning to a narrative like the one I created by taking the cloak. I gave a dead thing life, there was import in suffering a trial by ferrying it home in a recovering state. It was safe as I was tiring ... The duality of that parallel, intent woven into action ...

[ Mumbling, he drops his head to Billy's shoulder and drags the blanket over them. ]

I wrote it a story, it deserved a good ending.

( despite understanding approximately where loki's going with all of that, it still sounds like a bunch of sleepy nonsense. the controller gets pushed out of the way when loki draws up the blanket, sliding another hand up and through dark strands of hair with a soft hum. )

If you need a nap, I'll lay down with you for a little while. ( yes, he just woke up. that doesn't mean he can't sleep for a little longer, although the caffeine might not help that much. )

We don't have anywhere we need to be today, right?

[ That makes him shake his head emphatically. ]

Nowhere at all.

[ It's quiet and sunshine is bathing his arm where it streaks in through the curtains, the world is warm and Billy is his boyfriend. It feels like the universe is rewarding Loki for doing something selfless, and it's incredible. He wishes he could have this peaceful glow always.

His mystical little jaunt has left him a bit more philosophical than usual but he loves the cosy realness of the body beside him and the fingers peeling through his hair, anchoring him to this time and place. ]

What about you? Fill me in on your exploits while I was away.

Edited 2018-04-21 22:55 (UTC)

( he's still fairly asleep; loki's arms aren't as warm as one would anticipate but they're still comfortable, it feels nice to be able to lay with him out here like this, blanket pulled up and (mostly) over them, his fingers brushing through hair. . )

The perimeter guard's been a little crazy lately, with the flooding. . there was a lot of cleanup to do and a lot of weird stuff swimming around in the water that needed to be take back outside city limits. I spent a lot of time working on that.

( it kept his mind occupied, kept him busy. that's always appreciated. )

Met some people through Friendr. . played hide and seek with Freyja and Elliot. Played some video games--the normal stuff. I did successfully remember I put bacon in the oven, and didn't burn down the kitchen, so that was nice.

[ All of it makes him smile as he imagines Billy helping with the flooding, playing with the animals, and kisses dapple Billy's neck fondly as a result. Loki can't hold them in. ]

Friendr, huh? I see how it is, you've been swiping right on all the moon-hunks while I've been away ...

Oh yes, you left me by myself for four whole days and I got so lonely, I decided to go and find a new boyfriend. That's exactly it.

( holding back laughter proves to be entirely impossible, but he muffles it out against loki's forehead, both hands moving to comb through his hair. )

No one here could compare to you.

Good, for I adore you gross amounts.

[ Billy's laughter shakes some out of Loki, chuckling where he stretches and nuzzles his perfect hollow on a shoulder, fingers twitching and tangling in Billy's crumpled nightshirt like a cat flexing its claws. The swell of emotion in Loki's chest is a hot ember that sparks more kisses, this time all the way up to a soft mouth that tastes like coffee.

After exploring the jungle, it's time to rediscover his boyfriend's hot mouth. ]

( loki's cuddly, soft, cute--near-irresistible when he's acting like this. kisses move up to his lips and billy's leaning into it, fingers gripping onto strands instead of simply brushing through them, holding loki close as he parts his lips into the kiss.

lets him press in deeper, as close as he wants. both feet press flat into the couch, using it to press even closer into him. it's been a little while, and billy has gotten all too used to having loki against him. )

[ Loki drops his weight enough to comfortably trap Billy beneath him, hooking a calf behind a knee and running a hand around a slim waist, holding him close as they kiss. It's unhurried and sweet, slick and stimulating without sparking too much arousal in his tiredness, just going on and on so he gets to enjoy the sensory overload of being with Billy in a perfect world where neither of them have to be anywhere else. ]

( they don't have to be anywhere else, they have all the time in the world to lay here on the couch sofa intermingled. neither of them have responsibilities outside of this, outside of each other, not now. and that's what makes this so addictive, the feel of loki against him. knowing that the entire world can be passing by them and they don't have to bother with it.

loki tastes like bacon which is. weird as hell to think about, but not inherently bad--and billy's leaning up into it, giving soft pleased sounds into the kiss, running his own hands down the godling's neck, over shoulders, back up to his cheeks, back down again because it. feels nice. he likes it.

for a little while longer, until fingers are reaching to hook into his hair and pull him back a bit with a soft laugh. )

We should really stop meeting like this--on Strange's couch.

But the couch is our true home. One day we'll be floating through the cosmos as nothing more than atoms, then end up sitting on this couch as it soars through the endless everything of nothing ... Our little atom-hands will touch.

[ Slumped half-on and beside Billy so as not to crush him, Loki tosses the hair out of his eyes and recounts their not-future in all its not-beauty. His neck tingles with the phantom pressure of Billy's hands. ]

Then we'll know each other again for the first time in a billion years.

( laughter bubbles up from the back of his throat, fingers shifting in loki's hair to grab onto the strands closer to his face, brushing those back to keep it out of his eyes. he presses one last kiss to loki's lips, accents it with a loud muah. )

By the time you and I are nothing but atoms on the wind, this couch is going to be less than dust. But it was a very cute story, I'll give you points for it.

You don't know that for sure, many things float through the cosmos with no explanation. Like Zunes.

[ The most serious face as he nibbles on those tempting lips. ]

And Odin.

[ BADUMPSSSH. ]

There's a perfectly reasonable explanation for Odin, but Zunes, on the other hand. .

( why are zunes a thing. and these kisses are plenty nice, enjoyable, but--he's shifting to try and push up into a sitting position. )

What time did you get back?

Three hours or so ago. You looked peaceful.

[ He props up on an elbow to kiss Billy's shoulder, lips meeting a tshirt that he noses against a moment later. His arm drapes around Billy's middle and Loki does the same with a leg over a thigh, keeping him from leaving. ]

I met Stephen at the door where he reunited with his magical rag.

( if being trapped under loki is his prison of the day then so be it. billy can live with this, even if he pulls a sour face in response--nose wrinkling, and lips pursing as he turns his head to eye the thing attached to his side. despite appearances, he's comfortable enough not to throw a fit over it. and his own hands raise up to wrap fingers around loki's forearm, holding onto him. )

You know most people find being watched in their sleep super creepy, right?

I was there three minutes, tops.

[ It's not the first time he's creeped on Billy and that doesn't even have to include That One Time He Screwed Up, either. ]

I wake up at night, you know. You're always right there.

Because I live there.

( maybe not officially but unofficially billy kaplan definitely takes up as much residence inside of loki's room as the godling himself does. he twists around a little in his arms, moves onto his side so he can face him. )

You look pretty harmless when you're asleep.

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