Of the many, many things I'm sure were your fault, [ he starts, voice playfully argumentative, but fading into something more serious, soft. ] No. That one was all my own boar-headed stupidity.
[ the hands on loki's wrists slip to push into his fingers, still trapping his arms above his head, but a bit sweeter, leaning down to kiss him slow and indulgent. ]
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[ the hands on loki's wrists slip to push into his fingers, still trapping his arms above his head, but a bit sweeter, leaning down to kiss him slow and indulgent. ]