[ The breath he holds as she speaks those two words, always meant for another, is released as a sigh as she turns her attention onto his neck, Loki automatically yielding to allow further access. She is not once again fire, not yet; her touches more reminiscent of the steam from a freshly made cup of tea teasing the surface of his skin. The palms of his hands rest on her hips, their grip a little tighter as she works his collarbone. He does not realize he has closed his eyes until she's hooked his waistband and speaks again, breaking the trance.
The slightest tilt of his head is the only indication of a spell cast and done with: the rest of his outfit magicked away. ]
It is now.
[ And the way he looks at her, with raw and unrepentant hunger, it might even be enough to make Sif blush. Sif, once a(n unhappy) target of his affection; the chase was always bitter, on edge, a constant battle. Perhaps it was because he knew they were not soul mates that he sought it out all the more and for what? Rejection, and in large part due to self-fulfilling prophecy.
This is-- has been-- so foreign. The way he and Wanda fall into place so comfortably beside each other despite everything that has happened. (Despite his mistakes.) The way she reaches out to soothe, and accept his care in return. The terrifying possibility that she could be home, and equally terrifying that Loki is already one foot in the doorway. ]
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The slightest tilt of his head is the only indication of a spell cast and done with: the rest of his outfit magicked away. ]
It is now.
[ And the way he looks at her, with raw and unrepentant hunger, it might even be enough to make Sif blush. Sif, once a(n unhappy) target of his affection; the chase was always bitter, on edge, a constant battle. Perhaps it was because he knew they were not soul mates that he sought it out all the more and for what? Rejection, and in large part due to self-fulfilling prophecy.
This is-- has been-- so foreign. The way he and Wanda fall into place so comfortably beside each other despite everything that has happened. (Despite his mistakes.) The way she reaches out to soothe, and accept his care in return. The terrifying possibility that she could be home, and equally terrifying that Loki is already one foot in the doorway. ]