[ Loki stares at Steve. You're the one who made this happen. This was Loki's doing. Loki's work. Not terrible, not tragic, not tainted by his own hubris. Something he has forged, daring and fearful. He trembles briefly, caught in the sensation that this is his in a way nothing else is, that he can call it his and be proud.
With a sudden movement, he kisses Steve hungrily, helping him tugs his pants off. ]
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With a sudden movement, he kisses Steve hungrily, helping him tugs his pants off. ]