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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 14, 2018 21:54:48 GMT -5
Loki's mouth twisted and the knife was suddenly at Adrian's throat. He was going to continue on much more harshly, but he snorted through his nose instead and then said, abruptly, "Big mistake in my teenage years. Enormous. She still hates me. I don't want to talk about it."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 14, 2018 21:59:53 GMT -5
“You invited the comparison,” Adrian said, still avoiding eye contact. If he looked at him, that would be that- or at least, that’s how it felt.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 14, 2018 22:05:35 GMT -5
"Adrian." He didn't lower the knife, but the other hand rested idly against his fast, fingertips pushing through his hair, creating a new part in it. "I'm serious; don't cut it. Keep it like this. No one will notice but me."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 14, 2018 22:14:28 GMT -5
That was unexpected enough to startle Adrian. He allowed himself to look at Loki.
“You care about that?”
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 14, 2018 22:15:48 GMT -5
"Of course not. I'd love it if someone else noticed it and grilled you," he said with a smirk.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 14, 2018 22:23:01 GMT -5
“Yes, well. Frivolous as it may be, I’d prefer to avoid that-“
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 14, 2018 22:23:55 GMT -5
Loki chewed on his lip, looking flustered and frustrated.
".... all right, I can compromise-"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 14, 2018 22:24:29 GMT -5
“Oh, lovely.”
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 14, 2018 22:26:26 GMT -5
"I can glamour it," he said finally. "So that no one sees it unless they're looking for it."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 14, 2018 22:28:27 GMT -5
Adrian stared at him.
“That is... needlessly complicated.”
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 14, 2018 22:30:07 GMT -5
"You know you can't refuse me, so stop," said Loki in a bit of a huff, through gritted teeth. He pressed the knife into his throat enough to cause discomfort, but not to draw blood. Yet. "When I say I want something, I plan to have it. Don't you know that yet?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 14, 2018 22:34:39 GMT -5
“I’m trying to figure out what purpose this even served for you, to be honest.”
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 14, 2018 22:40:09 GMT -5
"Gah, because I marked you, you idiot. You, Adrian Veidt, everything that you are, everything you like to rub my nose in - I made origami out of you and you loved every stinking second," said Loki in a snarl, twisting his hand in his hair and yanking his head back, now very much seeming as though he might cut his throat open. "And you're going to go back into the world and play at being a king and no one is going to be any wiser, except me. I'm going to look at you and think, 'I made this man suffer. I made this man worship me -' and I did, didn't I? Try to tell me that you didn't, for a time, a very long time, think I was a god damn god."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 14, 2018 22:44:27 GMT -5
“I knew you were before you ever laid a hand on me tonight,” Adrian said, though it was hard to speak with much focus like this. “I learned it through her. Mark me as you like, but a single lock of hair? Are you serious-“
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Mar 14, 2018 22:51:49 GMT -5
"Adrian, you fuck this up, I'm never speaking to you again, let alone touching you. Do this for me. It's not a request."
He was breathing heavily. At some point he had lost the way between performing up to Adrian Veidt's expectations and fulfilling his own desires. In some unexpected ways he didn't want to examine or even admit, this satisfied him more deeply than the same games at home did. He'd revered Teja as an equal, as a queen, a consort, from nearly the moment he'd laid eyes on her; she'd even thrown it in his face that he'd treated her so much as his equal that she no longer found it attractive. But Adrian? He'd wanted to be on top of Adrian from the very beginning. It just so happened that being literally, physically on top of him made that happen in a way nothing else did, and he liked it.
He cut his cheek again, same spot, on impulse, and he licked the blood away again, on impulse; and then he kissed him, and for the first time that night, it wasn't even a little because he was trying to get something from him.
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