[ The true cost to enter his rooms is, in fact, only Tony himself, but to say as much needlessly leaves the opportunity to share a much appreciated drink together on the table when he knows it's a price the other is more than happy to pay.
It's been roughly two weeks since Loki has last seen the inside of this realm and every time he leaves he misses it more than he'd like to admit, which is probably the reason he's back sooner than he'd promised. He's better at keeping track of that time these days, rarely misses his own estimations without finding a way to communicate it back first, and now--
Now Loki lounges indulgently across a chaise, warm from a fragrant bath he'd just pulled himself from the depths of and the fine silk of the robe Tony had gifted him clinging to the still damp skin underneath it. He's in good humor, all things considered, which is especially fortunate considering how sharply his mood tends to turn whenever he knows Thor is lingering close by, but here, in these rooms he's so indelibly seeped into, the fire roaring in the hearth and the prospect of a very particular sort of gift on its way to him, Loki is nothing if not the picture of the cat who caught his favorite canary as he waits for Tony to arrive. ]
[ A bottle of wine? Sure. He could grab any old thing on his way to the room he'd slowly restyled and expanded over the duration of their time together- that he'd aired out and put more effort into making theirs after the unfortunate time slip- water under the bridge, all forgiven and forgotten; or.
Alternatively.
He can bring a very rare, very fine vintage he knows for a fact is crisp and cool and subtly sweet in all the ways Loki has come to love, and spare the time to collect a truly obnoxious goblet for his diva of a personal problem. A lovely troublemaker, a mischievous muse, a part of his life he never saw coming and honestly, still can't quite recall the when and where of actual depth of emotion coming into play amid their games of trust, bondage, and truly mind blowing orgasms.
So it's with goblet and bottle in hand that he knocks and slides in, dressed down for a lazy day- as much fun as Loki has with cutting suits off of him; he's learned the sorcerer has a particular fondness for Tony without the product in his hair, wrapped in comfortable cotton and denim, with smears of engine grease on his cheek. ]
Miss me, Honeybitch? [ like his own face isn't split wide in a grin that crinkles his eyes, that catches golden flecks in rich brown as he makes his way over, leaning down to press their lips together. ]
[ Loki has seen so many shades of this man. Has survived his bitter anger, his sharp resentment. Has pulled him from the drowning depths of his mind, has weathered his failures and joined him in the giddy adrenaline-filled starbursts of his victories and has been pulled apart over and over again by his wicked creativity, and still nothing feels like such a gift as the way Tony comes to him stripped to his barest, most genuine self.
It's been a long time since they felt the need to meet each other with their preferred masks firmly in place, and the wide, easy grin that stretches over Tony's face when his eyes find Loki makes something in his heart shudder. Tony's beautiful like this, warm and open and his, and the smile spreading across Loki's mouth gets swallowed in a kiss he's not ashamed to say he's eager for. ]
I'm no longer certain. [ Long fingers slide through Tony's soft hair, tightening in a playful tease. ] Your names for me are starting to leave something to be desired. What was that last one?
Oh, no, we agreed- [ Or Tony decided they agreed so they agreed, something he only ever pulled with the light, the teasing, the superficial. Anything weighty and serious or dangerous required an actual agreement. One doesn't unilaterally make decisions for a king, after all, and this is more than just him. It's Them and he's never been so grateful, so glad that a manic moment of pure selfishless worked out in the long run. ] We agreed to ignore that one, cuz I have something better.
[ Cheating more than a little to slide his way into Loki's space, bottle of wine and goblet set aside to tangle his hands in ink dark silk and nudge their foreheads together. One hand slips down to pinch Loki's cheek, eyes honeywarm with golden starbursts highlighted by the dim glow of the reactor in his chest. ]
Beloved.
[ Because Loki is. Deeply, madly, truly, and that he had ever questioned his place in this arrangement is ludicrous. More than want? he needs. More than need? His continued happiness hinges on Loki's continued good favor. ]
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rosecarmine
For ~nonstopnarcissist
Date: 2023-02-04 05:39 am (UTC)[ The true cost to enter his rooms is, in fact, only Tony himself, but to say as much needlessly leaves the opportunity to share a much appreciated drink together on the table when he knows it's a price the other is more than happy to pay.
It's been roughly two weeks since Loki has last seen the inside of this realm and every time he leaves he misses it more than he'd like to admit, which is probably the reason he's back sooner than he'd promised. He's better at keeping track of that time these days, rarely misses his own estimations without finding a way to communicate it back first, and now--
Now Loki lounges indulgently across a chaise, warm from a fragrant bath he'd just pulled himself from the depths of and the fine silk of the robe Tony had gifted him clinging to the still damp skin underneath it. He's in good humor, all things considered, which is especially fortunate considering how sharply his mood tends to turn whenever he knows Thor is lingering close by, but here, in these rooms he's so indelibly seeped into, the fire roaring in the hearth and the prospect of a very particular sort of gift on its way to him, Loki is nothing if not the picture of the cat who caught his favorite canary as he waits for Tony to arrive. ]
yesgood
Date: 2023-02-04 08:39 am (UTC)Alternatively.
He can bring a very rare, very fine vintage he knows for a fact is crisp and cool and subtly sweet in all the ways Loki has come to love, and spare the time to collect a truly obnoxious goblet for his diva of a personal problem. A lovely troublemaker, a mischievous muse, a part of his life he never saw coming and honestly, still can't quite recall the when and where of actual depth of emotion coming into play amid their games of trust, bondage, and truly mind blowing orgasms.
So it's with goblet and bottle in hand that he knocks and slides in, dressed down for a lazy day- as much fun as Loki has with cutting suits off of him; he's learned the sorcerer has a particular fondness for Tony without the product in his hair, wrapped in comfortable cotton and denim, with smears of engine grease on his cheek. ]
Miss me, Honeybitch? [ like his own face isn't split wide in a grin that crinkles his eyes, that catches golden flecks in rich brown as he makes his way over, leaning down to press their lips together. ]
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Date: 2023-02-05 04:04 pm (UTC)It's been a long time since they felt the need to meet each other with their preferred masks firmly in place, and the wide, easy grin that stretches over Tony's face when his eyes find Loki makes something in his heart shudder. Tony's beautiful like this, warm and open and his, and the smile spreading across Loki's mouth gets swallowed in a kiss he's not ashamed to say he's eager for. ]
I'm no longer certain. [ Long fingers slide through Tony's soft hair, tightening in a playful tease. ] Your names for me are starting to leave something to be desired. What was that last one?
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Date: 2023-02-05 07:20 pm (UTC)[ Cheating more than a little to slide his way into Loki's space, bottle of wine and goblet set aside to tangle his hands in ink dark silk and nudge their foreheads together. One hand slips down to pinch Loki's cheek, eyes honeywarm with golden starbursts highlighted by the dim glow of the reactor in his chest. ]
Beloved.
[ Because Loki is. Deeply, madly, truly, and that he had ever questioned his place in this arrangement is ludicrous. More than want? he needs. More than need? His continued happiness hinges on Loki's continued good favor. ]