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[deathkid]

Nico here, except I'm not. Leave a message. ☏ ✆ ✉ ⚐ ۞

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[ikols]

It doesn't matter now.

[ Although it had stung like whiplash at first, thinking Nico was showing off having someone he wanted in his bed. A pout fights and fails to stay off Loki's lips. ]

Moving on!

*me not be woops

[deathkid]

[ peers at loki over the rim of his coffee cup, just a tad bit amused. he knows loki can be jealous sometimes, as evidenced by how he'd reacted to dick's friend sending gifts, but being on the receiving end of that is a bit... well, he's not sure how it makes him feel. he'll have to think on it later. for now, he twists a long finger in loki's dark locks and tugs gently. ]

So. I have a bone to pick with you.

[ikols]

I haven't done anything.

[ It's an automatic response to being rooted out solely for bones to be picked, so to speak, but Nico's touch in Loki's hair keeps him rooted. Drumming his fingers over a knee as he takes in the sight of him, up and down, like a new painting he wants to drink in and remember from a first museum visit. An experience. That's what Nico is in his pajamas and rumpled bedhead, lovely to see. ]

Anything much.

[deathkid]

[ noting the look-over he's given with a tilt of his head, he laughs softly. he'd meant the comment as a joke, a reference to the earlier skeleton memes, but the way loki immediately reacts as if caught with his hand in the cookie jar prompts something warm inside nico. he resists the urge to actually giggle, settling for the quiet laugh instead (less embarrassing) and the scrunches his nose while his gaze darts up and down loki's form. another tug is given to his hair. ]

No, no, I was just thinking that your jokes from earlier were pretty... humerus.

[ikols]

I bet I could find a picture of a bone with almost that exact phrasing.

[ Gaze dancing with delight as he grins, he butts his head into Nico's hand like a bull demanding pettings around its horns. Very good, aye, continue. His phone slips into his hand as he starts to search the web, (reluctantly) cracking off a bit of attention from Nico to find a meme that he'll like again. ]

[deathkid]

[ craning his head to see what loki is up to, he makes another low noise and starts running his fingers through loki's hair. the delight in those verdant eyes is lovely to see and nico just wants to keep it and loki where they are for as long as possible. such a better alternative to attempting sleep again. ]

It's a good thing you're here. Normally I'd have to share my jokes with the dead and there's usually no-body around.

[ikols]

You're terrible. Got any more?

[ Twisting around to swing long legs up on Nico's large bed, making a mental note to thank Dick somehow, he shoves his head back in the demigod's lap and crosses a knee over another, bootheel jiggling while Loki meme-searches with all the bold attention-seeking of a cat. ]

[deathkid]

Ever notice how noisy graveyards are? It's because of all that coffin.

[ alright, so he feels a bit silly with all these death puns, but hey. he normally doesn't have anyone else to share them with and the fact loki seems to enjoy them makes him grin. as loki stretches out, he grabs another sip of his coffee and then continues running his fingers through his hair, giving the godling all the attention he wants. because it's comfortable and nico feels like he's needed this way. ]

[ikols]

Haha! 'Coffin', amazing. I'm loving that a skeleton. [ Might have found his favourite joke for the next decade or so, his tone a heads up as he chortles on his back. ] I didn't expect to laugh so hard over that one, it really gave me the willies. I almost fell off a roof.

[ His clothes shimmer and peel away to reveal a new outfit in their place, slacks and a worn tshirt that reads Asgardia University, even a thin headband keeping his bangs out of his eyes in lieu of his horns; the PJs of a god. These are layers he can shed with Nico.

Bare back-nailed toes wiggle as his legs remain crossed, his eyes never once leaving the screen of his phone. ]

[deathkid]

[ gently scratching loki's scalp, easing into a massage, he bends over to look at loki's features upside down. the godling is just as handsome from this direction and nico feels another surge of warmth within him. ]

It is pretty clever. I'll definitely have to come up with more for the marrow. Which I suppose is just about now. Do you suppose dead people prefer skull-tures over paintings?

[ikols]

I'll die happy if you keep it up! Right here.

[ Craning his head sideways to plant a kiss on Nico's shirt where it covers his belly, a skeleton video is put on for them to watch. Giggles bubble up into hearty laughter. ]

Look! Someone filmed you at the club!

[deathkid]

[ snorts with laughter, leaning further over to poke loki in the belly as a response to the kiss against his belly. then returns to massaging loki's scalp, slowly making his way down the godling's neck to his shoulders. ]

I'll have you know that I happen to dance a lot better than that now. I'm what goes bump (and grind) in the night.

[ikols]

I never doubted your inner jive for a second, shadowbaby.

[ The phone is dropped to one side as he stretches out, enjoying the massage. An arm reaches around, fingertips drifting up Nico's back. ]

Can I have a bite of my taco?

[deathkid]

Hm? Oh-

[ was really focused on giving that massage. but he soon reaches for the tacos and carefully lifts loki's so he can guide it to the godling's mouth. ]

Don't get anything on the bedspread unless you want to make your boyfriend buy me another.

[ikols]

[ Cue some happy chomping, licking sauces off Nico's fingers. Mmm. ]

Dick has good taste. He paid for this bed and everything? You'll have to thank him in kisses and I'll have to watch.

[deathkid]

[ makes a quite noise of his own as his fingers are licked and when they're clean, trails them along loki's jaw. ]

I suppose that wouldn't be such a bad trade off...

[ikols]

[ A hum turns into a rumble in his chest, deep and purring. Inky black lashes shutter, blinking up at Nico intermittently because he knows that noise, the one Nico makes, and he plays with his palm as a result with lips murmuring right up against it. ]

Save some smooches for me?

[deathkid]

[ it's that look that has nico's heart stuttering in his chest, making his breath catch because loki always has that affect on him. and he can't help it, leaning forward to press a kiss to loki's forehead as he hums softly and nods his head. ]

Always, caro mio.

[ikols]

[ 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. ]

Shadowbaby.

[deathkid]

[ when they kiss, it's slowly with nico taking care to explore loki's mouth as much as loki explores his. and when they part, nico lingers a little, tugging gently on loki's lower lip as he suckles on it. then, he brushes his own nose against the one nudging his cheek and looks up at the godling through his lashes. ]

Hmm...

[ikols]

You seem cosy. We're not even under the blankets, yet.

[ And in the middle of the romantic lull is when he starts tickling viciously up Nico's sides. No mercy. ]

[deathkid]

[ the resulting noise is caught somewhere between a squeak and a squawk as nico tries in to squirm away from those devilish fingers. ]

Loki!

[ikols]

Shh, it's late!

[ So he does his very best to wriggle down Nico and raspberry his belly too, like a complete bastard. ]

[deathkid]

[ breathless and still squirming, he pushes at loki, hoping to turn the godling onto his back and away from him. ]

Y-You're the one- The one that's-

[ikols]

Trying to ensure Percy gets a solid night's rest by quietening you down, yes!

[ Pardon Loki, he has further raspberry business underneath Nico's shirt. ]