[ He never really thought that deeply about magic. It exists and it is useful enough, but like the fancy technology Steve doesn't consider it further than that. A skill or talent that happens to be useful. He's never looked up with wonder and thought about how beautiful magic could be until now. Until he was standing in a whole ocean of stars with someone that can make them as easily as breathing, yet looks at Steve like he's some sort of wonder. He brushes his thumb over Loki's cheek, watching the sparkles leave his skin and float up into the sky. It's like seeing the sky for the first time.
Steve kisses the bridge of Loki's nose, smiling against him, and then pulls back again, the heat between their bodies making the cool air more refreshing. ]
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Steve kisses the bridge of Loki's nose, smiling against him, and then pulls back again, the heat between their bodies making the cool air more refreshing. ]
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