( OPEN ) it's like i'm looking down

[ikols]

Who: loki ikols
What: those who contacted loki about wanting to figure out their universal designation via his new spell are undergoing it
When: [sliding timeline]
Where: central city park & other locations
Content Warnings: tba

[ Away from others in a pleasant little aesthetically cultivated grove, Loki has draped his coat over a boulder and has his sleeves rolled up as he awaits those with appointments to undergo his new spell. He warned them of the unpleasant side-effects (re-living the best and worst moments of their life) and he has a little bag stuffed with pain-killers, bottles of water, tissues, chocolate biscuits for sugar crashers??? He doesn't know how some may react but assumes that anyone who knows what they might experience feels it is a price worth paying to learn their universal designation.

When you arrive, he hitches up a smile and beckons you over under the dappled sunlight. ]

There you are!

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[ikols]

[ 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.

the shame i feel like i've been slow-mo crashing through a wall for weeks

[kindofamazing]

[ Every so often Loki drops some piece of critical information that simply did not occur to Peter before. Why would he think about Loki not needing to breathe? Why would that cross his mind for even a moment? It's not like your standard God expectation thing, but it's also not not a God thing, is it?

He's shuffling dangerously close to being too close to the useless intricacies of this just as Loki's clever tongue and way with words does an excellent job of grasping Peter's brain on both sides to draw him right back in, love-drunk and no thoughts toward that startlingly excellent image that Loki has planted solidly in his mind.

It's a very no thoughts, head empty just loki feeling that washes clean over Peter, the way that he always seems to with such minimal effort that steals Peter's breath away. Maybe he could do with that whole not needing to breathe ability thing.

One arm sweeping wide and tight over the back of Loki's shoulders, Peter brings them in for a long, deep kiss as his free arm reaches out long to feel out for the shape of the shower, pushing the glass door open and fumbling around against the wall to bring on a sudden, initially very cold spray of water. Does he mind that there are still clothes involved? Apparently not one bit as he backs Loki right up against the tiled wall.]

the shower menace returns!!

[ikols]

[ Laughter muffles into Peter's amorous kisses as they both wander back under the cold spray, Loki sparing a hand to twist the temperature up before he waves away their sodden clothing in a shimmer of green magic. He runs both hands up and down Peter's chest, lightly scratching all the way down to his abs, giving into the urge to pull him in snug so their cocks can meet in the dripping heat of the shower. Already half-hard, he wastes no time in grinding against his boyfriend's hip while happily drowning in his sticky-wet kisses.

He loves Peter's weight, wants him with a hunger that flares beyond just a simmer now that they are wrapped up in each other. The way Loki can't decide whether to cover his side in more scratches or to tug on his hair means both happen alternatively.

A knee hooks around Peter's hip, inviting him in as Loki keens into the hot wash of his mouth. ]

[kindofamazing]

[There are a lot of perks to having a certified Magical Boyfriend. One of them, seemingly, is the easy dismissal of clothes at any opportune moment--the sudden shift from wet, heavier cloth giving way to fully exposed, slick skin a very welcome one.

Even more so when its skin Peter's familiar with, missed in a strange way that reaches into his marrow which makes it easy to feel and feed into the energy Loki radiates--hands, mouth, lips, all meeting and searching for as much of Loki as he can.

The invitation to slide closer is also met in earnest, so much so that long leg that slides neatly across Peter's hip ends up in the perfect position for him to slip a hand into the soft skin in the crease of Loki's knee. His fingers trickle glacial up the underside of his boyfriend's leg, just appreciating the feel of him there before the other hand comes around to the underside of Loki's other leg to hoist him up against the damp wall and beneath the warm spray.

There's no rush here, none at all, and Peter clearly plans to make the most of that fact as he gently presses his teeth down against Loki's lowerlip to give a light tug and softly muttered 'hi' between their mouths, as if greetings aren't somewhere longer behind them, along with the pile of wet clothes Loki's vanished off somewhere.]