You're blushing! You're blushing because you thought about me n-a-k-e-d.
[ Cackling loudly, he digs his fingers delightedly into her sides and doesn't even try to hold in how amused he is, making a fuss of preening and tossing back his hair. ]
Wow, Verity. Hang on, I need to arrange myself for your viewing pleasure ...
I did not. [If she didn't, she is now, since he's forcing the thought. Tsk, tsk, tsk. What a mischievous god. Grasping at his hand, she tries to scold him even when the red is still evident on her face.]
We'll pass on the imagery today, alright? [Today.]
Alright. [ Giggling, Loki's broad smile remains. He brushes back her hair, his gaze softening a moment before he pecks her on the cheek, then noses his way to her ear. ] My hot butt says thank you.
[ His hand waves and the view of the air bends with green light, letting him reach into a newly made pocket within the space there and draw out what looks like a pile of lumpy serviettes. ]
Concealment spell, good place to keep your keys. Or cookies! These are for you, I got them off a mutant who was also cooking weiner schnitzel.
[ He rests the napkin on his chest, unfolding it to show six (slightly broken) cookies. ]
[How was that a reminder. Nevermind that, she shuffles in leaning up on a forearm to grab a few broken off pieces for tasting.]
Was it Kurt? I saw he was offering some of these. Nice of you to keep me on your mind. Doesn't look like that thing is for cautionary deliveries though.
It was, I don't think I'm his type. "Norse Errol Flynn" made him look a bit astonished, I think, especially arriving through the window for promised snacks. And that spell doesn't usually hold anything, it's for emergencies.
[ And brush her hair instead, since he's tired and emotionally wrung out after coming here expecting to lose her, instead keen to do some pampering since he hasn't. ]
Would a massage help? I'm good with my hands, it can't be hard.
Wow, you're going full out Asgardian massage parlor? [Huffing out a short laugh, she crawls over his body to stand up from the couch as she makes her way to the bathroom.]
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I thought you'd be tougher than that.
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[ Chuckling. ]
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[Poking up at his chin with that cushion.]
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I give up. You're a terrible mattress.
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I'm much better when I'm naked, for the record.
[ Eyyyy gurl eyyyy JUST SAYIN'. ]
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Uh huh. Liar.
[Except not.]
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[ Cackling loudly, he digs his fingers delightedly into her sides and doesn't even try to hold in how amused he is, making a fuss of preening and tossing back his hair. ]
Wow, Verity. Hang on, I need to arrange myself for your viewing pleasure ...
[ Tugging his collar lower, yowza!! ]
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We'll pass on the imagery today, alright? [Today.]
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[ So sultryyyy. ]
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No one is addressing your butt. Relax.
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[ His hand waves and the view of the air bends with green light, letting him reach into a newly made pocket within the space there and draw out what looks like a pile of lumpy serviettes. ]
Concealment spell, good place to keep your keys. Or cookies! These are for you, I got them off a mutant who was also cooking weiner schnitzel.
[ He rests the napkin on his chest, unfolding it to show six (slightly broken) cookies. ]
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Was it Kurt? I saw he was offering some of these. Nice of you to keep me on your mind. Doesn't look like that thing is for cautionary deliveries though.
[Why are they broken, friend??]
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It was, I don't think I'm his type. "Norse Errol Flynn" made him look a bit astonished, I think, especially arriving through the window for promised snacks. And that spell doesn't usually hold anything, it's for emergencies.
I just didn't want crumbs in my coat.
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[Ehemmmmm.]
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[Someone started talking naked imagery]
You woke me up.
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[ And brush her hair instead, since he's tired and emotionally wrung out after coming here expecting to lose her, instead keen to do some pampering since he hasn't. ]
Would a massage help? I'm good with my hands, it can't be hard.
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[An honest question even with her wry smile. That godly strength, after all.]
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[ The flattest of looks. Pls, give him some credit. ]
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I've got some lotion. Where're you gonna want me?
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