[ the depth of emotion in loki's grip is pretty much tangible, felt through the thin fabric of his shirt and in the way loki's fingers press into him, carefully but without babying. he's pressed so close, he can feel the godling's heart beating in his chest and that should be strange since gods are immortal, but still, it also makes sense because he knows loki loves fiercely in ways that nico understands too well. the touch takes his breath away and he grinds himself back down on those fingers, his own burying their way into loki's inky hair as if it was graveyard earth. a sense of belonging fills him and he gasps a single name to the air around them, his sincerity intense and his desire verging on needy. ]
Loki...
[ they both may love someone else, but there's a kind of love here too. one that has nico trembling in loki's firm hold, trying to express without words that there's no need for gratitude. he only wishes the best and the most for the one who's accepted him so completely. ]
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Loki...
[ they both may love someone else, but there's a kind of love here too. one that has nico trembling in loki's firm hold, trying to express without words that there's no need for gratitude. he only wishes the best and the most for the one who's accepted him so completely. ]