[ As the world rewrites itself a god of mischief in love, Loki threads his fingers around David's neck and keeps him close as they make-out on the gravel pathway, the taste of him a burning swathe across the coldness of Loki's mouth.
When he hears the jeering something snaps inside and the self-control he would usual exert roils with anger at the mockery.
The ground around David is safe but otherwise ice lashes out across the pathway to freeze shoes and feet alike as Loki twists his lips away to glare at one of the onlookers. How dare they he thinks in a flurry of possessive anger, David is mine, we will do as we wish. The alarmed shrieks and screams mean nothing; not when having David in his arms is everything. ]
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When he hears the jeering something snaps inside and the self-control he would usual exert roils with anger at the mockery.
The ground around David is safe but otherwise ice lashes out across the pathway to freeze shoes and feet alike as Loki twists his lips away to glare at one of the onlookers. How dare they he thinks in a flurry of possessive anger, David is mine, we will do as we wish. The alarmed shrieks and screams mean nothing; not when having David in his arms is everything. ]