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Post by Teja on Sept 27, 2011 15:27:09 GMT -5
She grinned and bit her lip.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 27, 2011 15:29:21 GMT -5
"You don't know what this really means," he sighed, before relenting and kissing her.
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Post by Teja on Sept 27, 2011 15:30:47 GMT -5
She kissed him back. "Well, who cares about cultural validation? Society is screwed up and needs fixing anyway..."
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 27, 2011 15:46:38 GMT -5
"I'm the only one like this where I'm from," he whispered, nearly into her mouth.
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Post by Teja on Sept 27, 2011 15:47:57 GMT -5
"That makes you my what, one in 12 billion? I don't even know how lucky I mathematically am..."
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 27, 2011 18:02:53 GMT -5
"Lucky? To..."
He swallowed.
"...you are. You're very lucky."
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Post by Teja on Sept 27, 2011 18:05:51 GMT -5
She leaned in so that she could rest her forehead against his ridged one, shutting her eyes.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 27, 2011 18:11:32 GMT -5
"You have no idea how lucky you are, in fact..."
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Post by Teja on Sept 27, 2011 18:17:05 GMT -5
"I imagine not.... though you could enlighten me..."
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 27, 2011 18:18:58 GMT -5
"You're the favorite of the future leader of New York," he said softly.
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Post by Teja on Sept 27, 2011 18:21:20 GMT -5
She laughed softly and kissed him, more softly still. "Lukas, people don't talk that way here. You know...I think I'll be surprisingly good for you..."
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 27, 2011 18:36:19 GMT -5
There was silence between them for a moment, as he just held her and savored her scent and feel and femininty against his own body, too scrawny and weak to have ever belonged in Asgard, too misshapen for even Laufey to have wanted him.
Three days seemed a perfectly reasonable time to start planning to take a woman to bride. It wasn't exactly uncommon in Asgard, even when he corrected himself and remembered that he had decided on courting her as consort from the moment he saw her. Plenty of marriages there started that way- he'd even had to help keep Freja out of one, and that had been the only time in his sorry life being a small beardless youth whose voice took what felt like eternity to drop had ever done him any favors.
It was bitter in his mouth, being unable to disentangle his thoughts from Asgardian custom. Custom that by birth should have never been his, and he knew it.
"Look at me," he whispered miserably. "Look at me and know that this is what you said you love irreversibly-"
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Post by Teja on Sept 27, 2011 18:47:52 GMT -5
"This is what I love," she laughed. "You. Whatever you look like, whatever that entails." She ran her hand down his cheek, then down his arm, touching his hand. Her eyes grew very sober. "I love you."
She meant it.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Sept 27, 2011 20:34:17 GMT -5
"...may I just... hold you for a while, please?"
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Post by Teja on Sept 27, 2011 20:36:10 GMT -5
She nodded, settling in closer.
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