[ Stars bathe themselves in Loki's pale skin and whipcord muscles. Steve's enthusiasm melts away some of Loki's intensity, making him warm and heady. Even the coolness of his skin does not dampen the heat behind his touches, the possessive tug on Steve's hair, even as Loki leans into Steve's touch on his neck. Loki lets out a contented sigh, a soft puff of air as he breaks apart briefly, blinking the light of the universe from his eyes. He looks at Steve as if he hung the stars there himself. ]
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