Yeah, okay. You always liked that one best anyway ...
[ Loki disentangles a hand to gesture toward Billy's bedroom; the light that glows around his fingertips matches one from beneath the door. Unicorn and bear pelts are now on his bed.
The same hand drifts along Billy's neck, then down his back to encapsulate him all over again. Chins his hair and sighs, just as content to be together than to harass the details. ]
Want me to stay tonight? [ And then, as the thought arises, ] Have you eaten a proper dinner?
[ Amongst weeks of stress, he doubts his teen boyfriend has ventured anywhere near a hot plate. That's partly Loki's fault. It's also been strange, not cooking for someone who genuinely needs sustenance unlike a forgetful god who snacks on bacon. ]
I don't know if you've realized this, but I'm pretty sure that the combined cooking capability of Tommy and me is still less skill than you have in your little finger.
( no, he hasn't eaten worth jack shit lately. it's fine, he's young, his body can handle it. billy's hand shakes loki's off, only so he can grab onto the hems of the godling's hoodie and stretch it out enough to tuck himself under it. get himself a little cozier under the extra layer of fabric. his voice is muffled under it when he speaks again, grumbling out a, )
Eat later, more cuddling now.
( clearly the cuddling is the most important part, ok. )
I'll make breakfast ... if you still want me here come daybreak.
[ Cuddle Time is important but it won't last forever and Loki doesn't want to overstay his welcome on their first night back together. Billy has been redefining his life without him, one way or another, and the fact he has found somewhere else to live makes Loki saddest of all. His regrets are many.
In the flickering illumination of the TV, lips brushing Billy's hairline, he softly reaffirms, ] I love you.
I'm sorry about everything, Billy. In particular, my dramatic ay-eff temperament.
( he could apologize again. tell loki once more how sorry he is, how much he's fucked up, but--that's just going to get them stuck in an endless loop of apologies, and no one wants to deal with that. instead billy shoves his face into loki's chest, trails fingers soft over ribs.
life inside loki's hoodie is the best life, he doesn't want to live any other way thanks. ) We're both overly dramatic. None of this was just on you, it--was a group effort.
( just not the right kind. )
I'm really sorry, too. I'll make it up to you, later. Promise. When 'm less tired.
M'kay. [ Every anxiety is soothed by the sensation of being touched for the sake of it, the closeness of their relationship has never been the (excellent) sex or their (un)similar mindsets but, instead, a mutual respect and adoration that is all-encompassing of virtues and flaws alike. Loki knows he and Billy are far from perfect, yet trying hard to be their best and keep each other safe, loved, and aware of the latter in particular, is a job neither has ever shied away from.
Snuggled together on the beanbag, he hums the old lullaby that Billy once liked, repeating the tune in a rumble that rises through his chest. ]
( he should be more focused on loki. that's--part of what caused this, isn't it: billy being selfish, billy not paying enough attention, being self-centered and leaving loki feeling unwanted. it's not fair to sit here getting sung to sleep when he's not the only person with problems, when it's his fault most of this shit exploded to this degree, but-- )
I really do need you, Lo'. ( it's murmured soft under his breath, body slackening comfortably into loki's arms as he dozes off comfortably. a ratty beanbag isn't a great bed, no, but the person he's on it with more than makes up for it. )
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[ Loki disentangles a hand to gesture toward Billy's bedroom; the light that glows around his fingertips matches one from beneath the door. Unicorn and bear pelts are now on his bed.
The same hand drifts along Billy's neck, then down his back to encapsulate him all over again. Chins his hair and sighs, just as content to be together than to harass the details. ]
Want me to stay tonight? [ And then, as the thought arises, ] Have you eaten a proper dinner?
[ Amongst weeks of stress, he doubts his teen boyfriend has ventured anywhere near a hot plate. That's partly Loki's fault. It's also been strange, not cooking for someone who genuinely needs sustenance unlike a forgetful god who snacks on bacon. ]
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( no, he hasn't eaten worth jack shit lately. it's fine, he's young, his body can handle it. billy's hand shakes loki's off, only so he can grab onto the hems of the godling's hoodie and stretch it out enough to tuck himself under it. get himself a little cozier under the extra layer of fabric. his voice is muffled under it when he speaks again, grumbling out a, )
Eat later, more cuddling now.
( clearly the cuddling is the most important part, ok. )
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[ Cuddle Time is important but it won't last forever and Loki doesn't want to overstay his welcome on their first night back together. Billy has been redefining his life without him, one way or another, and the fact he has found somewhere else to live makes Loki saddest of all. His regrets are many.
In the flickering illumination of the TV, lips brushing Billy's hairline, he softly reaffirms, ] I love you.
I'm sorry about everything, Billy. In particular, my dramatic ay-eff temperament.
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( he could apologize again. tell loki once more how sorry he is, how much he's fucked up, but--that's just going to get them stuck in an endless loop of apologies, and no one wants to deal with that. instead billy shoves his face into loki's chest, trails fingers soft over ribs.
life inside loki's hoodie is the best life, he doesn't want to live any other way thanks. ) We're both overly dramatic. None of this was just on you, it--was a group effort.
( just not the right kind. )
I'm really sorry, too. I'll make it up to you, later. Promise. When 'm less tired.
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Snuggled together on the beanbag, he hums the old lullaby that Billy once liked, repeating the tune in a rumble that rises through his chest. ]
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I really do need you, Lo'. ( it's murmured soft under his breath, body slackening comfortably into loki's arms as he dozes off comfortably. a ratty beanbag isn't a great bed, no, but the person he's on it with more than makes up for it. )