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[realistics]

Really, who's found it hard to — ahh!

[With her own squeak, a rare, high pitched sound, her arms rush up around his neck as she's picked up, eyes wide with surprise even as laughter rings out, nervous as it is.]

Loki!

[ikols]

[ He carries her to the sofa, sinking down on it with Verity in his lap; much better. An arm drapes around the back of the cushioning as he pats her knees. ]

Take a wild guess.

[realistics]

You're treating me like a kid. I hated sitting on Santa's lap, for your information.

[A playful pout spreads on her face but her amusement leaves her making no moves to shift from her placement, hands settling comfortably over his shoulders.]

[ikols]

[ Loki throws back his head and laughs, tickling behind those knees to keep his hands busy. ]

Excuse me, my lap is a far cry from Santa's.

[realistics]

[Sensitive to his ticklish hands, her legs kick at the cushions as they attempt to shuffle up from wild fingers. Giggles rise as she ducks her head against his neck.]

Y-you're right! So much — ha! — worse than Santa!

[ikols]

[ Snickering like children, he bumps his temple against hers and settles down with his best friend collected close. His hand finally flattens on a calf, behaving. ]

You still haven't guessed. Do you forfeit?

[realistics]

[Laughter eases all her earlier worries and clinging to his shirt, she lets their heads rest close together as the chuckles settle down, grin still wide in place.]

Well, it's definitely not me. My resistance is impenetrable.

[ikols]

Wow, your deductive powers are truly astounding. "Not me". I'm impressed! [ Against her hair, he stage-whispers, ] Lorelei.

[realistics]

Sherlock Holmes, they call me.

[Her brows rise at the answer, but she's not entirely surprised.] She always did have a weird taste in guys. She went for Sigurd, after all.

[ikols]

I did wear stockings back then. It was a dark time for everyone.

[ Sagely sniffing, trufax. He can admit this. ]

[realistics]

That's too bad. I actually like stockings. [Teasing him mostly, she presses her lips to a partial smirk.]

[ikols]

Not ones that end in scaly gold knickers, you don't.

[ If she wants him to start tickling higher than her knees, she's going the right way about it. ]

[realistics]

I don't know, that sounds pretty alluring.

[Laughter almost bubbles up again, but she bites at her lip to hold it down.]

[ikols]

Then you've lost your mind, coming here has unhinged you. I'm afraid I'll have to do something terribad via a spell to cleanse your filthy mind ...

[ Wiggling his fingers in front of her face, magic dances in green wisps at his fingertips. Wooooo. ]

[realistics]

Oh, you're gonna use your voodoo magic on me now?

[Squinting her eyes at him, she's highly doubtful of him doing anything too drastic. Not to her.]

[ikols]

[ A sad little toot is given as the magic expires into smoke. ]

Ah, alas. You scared it off!

[realistics]

[A light laugh has her grabbing at his fingers.]

See? Resistance.

[ikols]

Resistance! Yes, that's our armour against foul magics and wayward awfuls, good call.

[ The lights return to his palm in harmless abandon and he draws her name in shining runes across Verity's palm. They hang in the air for a moment before he waves his hand, coalescing them into a shining approximation of her current expression; it mirrors her face exactly, playing at mimicry over his palm. ]

[realistics]

[She gets slightly flushed at being drawn and mirrored with magic, but her smile stays in place, even as she shakes her head.]

The nose might be a little off.

[ikols]

[ Quirking a brow, he eyes the little shining bust and its nose gets very long and potato-like. ]

Yes, much better.

[realistics]

[She breaks into happy laughter, waving her hand at her ridiculous portrayal.] Nailed it perfectly! A real Picasso!

[ikols]

[ The vision dissipates with a twinkle, most of his attention happily buoyed by her upbeat mood. ]

If I tell you you're beautiful, please do your very best not to swoon. It's a business-wise compliment! Be professional, now.

[realistics]

Good thing I'm not much of a swooner. You'll have a little difficulty charming me to that degree.

[Even if she's rather comfortable in her place, curling up her knees against his side.]

[ikols]

Brave Verity, she who withstands godly favours. Is she made of titanium? We can only wonder.

[ He pulls her legs over his lap, joining her on an abruptly horizontal level to stuff his face in the curve of her neck, flopping at her side like an affectionate (if huge) dog. ]

[realistics]

Practically. Lucky for you, not everywhere though.

[Because this cuddle is soft and warm, shuffling in closer when he's at her neck. It feels so much safer like this, having him here, having him close.]