[ Every time he feels like he might be drifting away from some existential dread, he should just replay the noises Peter makes and Loki would come smashing right through the planet's core. Down to earth in one fell stroke.

His grin widens as he reverses toward the bathroom, walked there while still tracing patterns up and around Peter's hips, light and feathery as Loki's fingers slip under a shirt to seek out warm abs. ]

You know that I don't have to breathe in space, right? I don't have to breathe anywhere, [ another kiss plucks at Peter, tracing the corners of his mouth with a circling tongue, ] especially not in the shower while on my knees for you.