[ for a moment he's quiet, as if he's debating speaking. ]
No—but their expectations ... they have weight. I was something else for so long, and reality has grown comfortable with a certain shape. It would have me that way again.
[ a pause, because that expectation has legs and is running around like an evil Bugs Bunny. ]
That may have influence.
[ he doesn't want that. gods, he doesn't want that. he had fought long and hard to become what he was—sacrificed too much—looking back felt ... wrong. ]
[ in reality, he's terrified. being here was like a new start, but now it's filling up again with those who have certain expectations of him, ones that lean on villainy and evil. ]
[ there's an instinct inside of him that always wants to run. there are expectations laid upon him, weighing good with bad. right now, he could be a disappointment. he's not sure what's worse.
a light pressure is pressed against the cloak, his palm laying over his heart. he holds his breath, and then lets out a thin, quiet laugh. his fingers crawl a little anxiously to Ahad's, and lay over the wrist at his chest. ]
It's an opportunity.
[ in the same place he wants to damn another Loki, he also might want to save him. ]
[ There's still no judgement there. Ahad had only recently stopped running, but his reasons were his own and could not be anyone else's. Loki had to come to a conclusion about this on his own. ]
[ it was easy to twist things around—to call running away a new start. he had run from the people he cared for, from his obligation because he thought he could cast everything away for selfish whims. that didn't make him any different than King Loki, did it? ]
Ah ...
[ no, it didn't. ]
Yes, that's true.
[ he tips his head, green eyes heavy lidded beneath dark lashes. his hair brushes against his cheeks. ]
It could be an impact for that Loki too, couldn't it?
Perhaps. I don't particularly care about that Loki.
[ He'll study Loki's face for a moment, taking in those heavy lids and the tilt to his head, before brushing Loki's hand away and fisting both hands in the material of his cloak. Apparently, it's time to back up toward the bed. ]
the words tug at him, make him feel a little heady. it's easy for Ahad to brush his hands away, as Loki seems to move with him, reading the little gestures and following his cues. his eyes remain bright and half-lidded as he's backed up, taking small steps along with him to space into the gap. ]
[ It becomes more like being pulled forward, because Ahad's made a decision. When the backs of Ahad's legs hit the bed, he'll raise an eyebrow at Loki, as if waiting for him to act. ]
You are enough trouble.
[ The 'trouble' is a tease, and an attempt to lighten the heavy weight of 'you are enough'. ]
[ it's usually less like this, and more with Ahad's hands on him, and more passion boiling between them. Loki was good at reading gestures and movements, and he knew how to move with him. this is a cue that he hasn't been offered before. ]
Well, I have to keep your hands full, don't I?
[ deft fingers to go the clip of the cloak and he unsnaps it, twisting it over his shoulders and draping the bed with it. closing the gap between them, he pushes him down. ]
[ He was going to let Loki keep wearing it, but this isn't a bad compromise. It doesn't take much of a push to get Ahad down on the bed, but he'll snag hold of Loki and tug him down, too.
Down on top of him. Another cue that hasn't been offered before. ]
I refuse to go any further with that terrible pun.
his green eyes are drawing down him as he speaks, shifting his arms as he's pulled on top of him. he spreads his fingers against the bed, landing with surprising grace for someone who weighs so much.
a little smile twists on his lips. ]
I can't exactly take it back.
[ there's an appreciative look at Ahad, at his face, his collar, and down the center of his chest. ]
[ Ahad looks good against everything, and he's very much aware of it. If anyone knows how to fall against a fur cloak and make it look good, it's Ahad.
He'll spread his legs, giving Loki enough room to slip between them. ]
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No—but their expectations ... they have weight. I was something else for so long, and reality has grown comfortable with a certain shape. It would have me that way again.
[ a pause, because that expectation has legs and is running around like an evil Bugs Bunny. ]
That may have influence.
[ he doesn't want that. gods, he doesn't want that. he had fought long and hard to become what he was—sacrificed too much—looking back felt ... wrong. ]
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[ He'll sigh, leaning more of his weight on Loki. ]
Your wants and needs have impact, as well.
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I suppose it just depends on which is stronger.
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You are. [ There's nothing but confidence here. ]
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a light pressure is pressed against the cloak, his palm laying over his heart. he holds his breath, and then lets out a thin, quiet laugh. his fingers crawl a little anxiously to Ahad's, and lay over the wrist at his chest. ]
It's an opportunity.
[ in the same place he wants to damn another Loki, he also might want to save him. ]
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One that you should consider taking.
[ There's still no judgement there. Ahad had only recently stopped running, but his reasons were his own and could not be anyone else's. Loki had to come to a conclusion about this on his own. ]
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Ah ...
[ no, it didn't. ]
Yes, that's true.
[ he tips his head, green eyes heavy lidded beneath dark lashes. his hair brushes against his cheeks. ]
It could be an impact for that Loki too, couldn't it?
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[ He'll study Loki's face for a moment, taking in those heavy lids and the tilt to his head, before brushing Loki's hand away and fisting both hands in the material of his cloak. Apparently, it's time to back up toward the bed. ]
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the words tug at him, make him feel a little heady. it's easy for Ahad to brush his hands away, as Loki seems to move with him, reading the little gestures and following his cues. his eyes remain bright and half-lidded as he's backed up, taking small steps along with him to space into the gap. ]
Oh? [ the sound comes out breathy. ]
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You are enough trouble.
[ The 'trouble' is a tease, and an attempt to lighten the heavy weight of 'you are enough'. ]
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Well, I have to keep your hands full, don't I?
[ deft fingers to go the clip of the cloak and he unsnaps it, twisting it over his shoulders and draping the bed with it. closing the gap between them, he pushes him down. ]
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Down on top of him. Another cue that hasn't been offered before. ]
I refuse to go any further with that terrible pun.
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his green eyes are drawing down him as he speaks, shifting his arms as he's pulled on top of him. he spreads his fingers against the bed, landing with surprising grace for someone who weighs so much.
a little smile twists on his lips. ]
I can't exactly take it back.
[ there's an appreciative look at Ahad, at his face, his collar, and down the center of his chest. ]
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He'll spread his legs, giving Loki enough room to slip between them. ]
Did I ask you to?