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[deathkid]

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

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[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. ]

[deathkid]

K-keeping me quiet? You call this keeping me quiet?

[ squiiiirm. sliding a leg between loki's he takes in a deep breath and then tries to flip loki on his back. whether or not it works remains to be seen. ]

[ikols]

Eep!

[ Giggling madly as he goes with the flip and kicks his legs in the air (a token protest), he grabs Nico in a cuddle to try and stop him exacting the same vengeance. ]

Lost Boy, this isn't the return your Neverland wanted!

[deathkid]

[ snickers in response, hands sliding up loki's arms until their hands meet and their fingers can entwine. he nuzzles against the godling, nose scrunched as he snuffles into loki's hair. ]

Lost boy? Would that make you Peter Pan?

[ikols]

More of a Tinkerbell, really ...

[ Long legs wrap around Nico's waist, knees drawn up under his ribs; ankles dig into his butt. Loki looks very pleased with his catch of the day (night!) as he cards back Nico's hair to see more of those handsome sloping features. ]

I even have [ gasping, turning his head to one side on the pillows for dramatic effect, ] a fairy's tinkling ding-a-ling!

[deathkid]

[ positively snorts, eyes rolling as he nips at loki's lips and jaw. his fingers laced with loki's squeeze and as ankles dig into his butt, he grinds his hips down. ]

Is that what you're calling it. Because I'll have to keep that in mind.

[ikols]

Ah ...

[ A deliberately throaty moan pours into Nico's mouth when the pressure at Loki's hips kneads him into the bed, squirming underneath him to show that he likes it and squeezing him in the circle of his legs. (Mine.) Laced fingers clutch tighter as he tips his head back, letting slowburn arousal filter in. ]

Gonna call yours the Soul Dipper 'cause it goes so deep.

[ Grinning widely. ]

[deathkid]

[ dragging his mouth and teeth in a slow-scrape along loki's neck, he hums while sucking a mark into the skin. it doesn't last, sadly, but not due to lack of effort. his hips keep moving too, dragging down against loki's crotch and twisting slightly to provide what he hopes is the perfect amount of friction. ]

Mm... is that what you want?