[ A hand reaches up and behind Nico's head, ruffling his curls. The moment Loki can catch those soft errant lips with a real kiss, he sighs through it, content as molten gold where he melts on Nico's lap. The parting of their lips sounds loud in the quiet of the bedroom and the tip of his pointy nose rubs at Nico's warm cheek, seeking out the hollow. ]
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Shadowbaby.