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[deathkid]

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

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[deathkid]

[ face meet palm. loki must be reaaaaally tired to sleep through all this and not having the heart to wake him, nico figures he'll have to drag the fatty someplace where he won't break furniture. heaving a sigh, he grabs loki's hand and then shadows them both to loki's secret apartment where he repeats the process of tucking loki in. he'll have to retrieve their shoes later because hefting a heavy god through the shadows is no easy task. he slumps atop loki and buries his face into the crook of loki's neck and shoulder. ugh. ]

[ikols]

[ What a good demigod! The apartment reacts to Nico's arrival with a few dim lights raising in the hallway, the heating turning up on the thermostat. Loki's bed is a mess of duvets, furs, and pillows, and he rolls onto his side in this pit of comfort to sling an arm around Nico's waist, nuzzling his hair.

Hopefully Nico has nowhere to be until Loki wakes up to break his hold. ]

[deathkid]

[ sighing in mild exasperation, he relaxes into the hold. apparently he'll be spending the night, but that's not such a bad thing. in fact, he figures he'll actually sleep better tonight than he does when he sleeps alone, thus feeling comfortable enough to let sleep take him. whenever loki wakes up, he'll have a bitty demigod curled into his embrace. still wearing the sweater and jeans he'd been wearing the previous night. ]

[ikols]

[ City noises. Cars, pedestrians, music. They all filter up from the streets below, waking Loki from the most restful sleep he's had in weeks to find Nico bundled up in his embrace, out for the count. As the previous night's events come back to him (fighting with Dick, absconding to a remote beach with Nico) it becomes apparent the demigod has taken care of their shelter for the evening, inventive in solutions as Nico is.

It must be nine or ten, no later, with rush-hour traffic a constant stream of background buzzing as Loki brushes stray curls out of Nico's eyes and regards him over the pillow in the clear light of day; cheeks rosy with the heat of repose, closed eyelashes like long splashes of ink, hair fluffier than usual (a little static from the furs). Gently, he rolls Nico onto his back and prowls over him on elbows and knees, kissing his way from a pink ear down the relaxed slope of a pale neck, fingertips brushing underneath an ugly sweater to sweep across a flat belly. ]

[deathkid]

[ waking is a slow process encouraged by exploring fingers. sleep has always had a restorative affect for nico and as long lashes flutter gradually open, he stretches with thin limbs askew, a hum on his lips that means the fatigue from hefting a weighty god through the shadows has already gone. his mood is infinitely better too, as if the solstice has spawned new hope in him. he gazes down at the owner of those sweeping fingers and actually manages a smile. one hand reaches out to toy with loki's hair and he watches through dark lashes. ]

Good morning. You broke my bed last night.

[ and that smile turns into a bit of a cheeky grin. last night's events haven't been forgotten, but he'll hold off reminding loki of anything until later. ]

[ikols]

[ That makes him tilt his head inquiringly, glancing up from macking on a love-bite. ]

Morning. Er, I did?

[deathkid]

[ he doesn't respond right away, a moan spilling from his lips instead. ]

Oh, mm... I brought us to my place first. You were so deeply asleep that you must've lost your control on your weight.

[ikols]

A-Are you hurt?

[ Frankly astonished that he passed out to such a degree, he levies off Nico to peer down his body just to double-check. How embarrassing. ]

[deathkid]

[ shaking his head, he actually laughs. ]

No, no. You were using me as a blanket at the time. Besides, even if you had hurt me, I would've healed while I slept. But you do owe me a new bed.

[ikols]

Shut up.

[ The nearest pillow is mashed on that smug face as Loki snorts, cheered by the rare sound of Nico's laughter ringing out in his apartment. ]

Fine, that's fair. When you're done mocking me, let's go get breakfast.

[deathkid]

[ whomp goes the pillow and nico has to bat it away before he responds, still grinning a bit. ]

The way you woke me up suggested you were interested with breakfast in bed...

[ikols]

Suggested, not promised.

[ In a much better mood than last night, he sticks out his tongue and climbs off the deep bed to wander into the apartment, taking all his suggestiveness with him in a sashay of hips. ]

Uh, where are my shoes?

[deathkid]

[ well that's just rude. nico will have to find some other way to deal with morning wood if they're going to go out. scrambling out of the bed to follow loki, he tries not to pout as he watches the movement of loki's hips. ]

Well, since I'd originally taken us to my place, I'd taken them off there. If you want to pop over, I can get a change of clothes and my toothbrush too.

[ forget walk of shame, not that anything shame-worthy happened. ]

[ikols]

Ah, not necessary.

[ Now knowing where all those things are, they pop! out of thin air one after the other, like the megaphone he once summoned for Squirrel Girl; the Seven-League boots and Nico's shoes, toothbrush, a fresh set of jeans with whichever t-shirt felt like coming along for the ride, and a black leather bomber jacket. And rainbow socks.

Loki may have stolen the latter from a department store where he saw them the other day, but anyway. He claps his hands. ]

I'll make coffee while you change.

[ And magically freshen himself up, too. ]

[deathkid]

[ welp, that works too. nico can't help but feel a bit overwhelmed by the sudden show of magic, but hey. loki's got everything he needs right there. the display is appreciated as well. so while loki gets to making coffee, nico dresses in the provided clothing, even putting on the rainbow socks to humor the godling. once finished (and finished arranging himself in his pants), he pads out to where loki is, by now familiar with the apartment's layout. ]

I'll take mine black, please.

[ikols]

I'm so surprised.

[ Fully arrayed in his Asgardian gear, horns and all to contrast the casual pain of last night (as if all that armour will protect him now from making the same mistakes again), he slides over a black coffee and sips from a mug piled high with cream and marshmallows. He looks more like himself, the way he did in Nico's dreams, drawing confidence from it. Defiantly shiny and flashy for a god who prefers sneaking. ]

What are your plans for today?

[ He offers a gloved hand, fingertips waggling in invitation. ]

[deathkid]

[ the display prompts nico to roll his eyes affectionately because, honestly, it's a bit much. but if loki draws strength and confidence from it, he's not about to put the godling down. instead, he scoops up his mug and reaches out, taking the offered hand with a small smile on his lips. ]

I have today off. Take me where you will, caro mio.

[ikols]

[ Quirking an instant smile at the new nickname, Loki hems in Nico on the side without their drinks and dips down for a kiss, a firm echo of his interest in the bedroom. ]

Breakfast, then I ... have to talk with Dick. But we can meet up tonight, after that?

[deathkid]

[ that's just what nico wants to hear. after all, he's still worried about the conversation he'd had with dick while loki had been sleeping. despite that, he returns the kiss and makes a low noise in approval when he draws away. ]

Good. And don't forget that he loves you as much as you love him, okay? Now, where are we going for breakfast? Unless you're planning on cooking.

[ he won't say no to more hashbrowns. ]

[ikols]

[ It feels like winning Verity's approval, warming him up inside. ]

Nah, let's get some bacon rolls with the ketchup condiment at a respectable eatery. I'll even spend actual money on the bill.

[ Instead of landing Nico with it, as he would to a lot of people. That decided, it's time to get going for breakfast at one of the many diners Loki frequents. ]

[ikols]

[ There he is on Nico's couch without warning, horns and all, channel-surfing after his talk with Dick. He should probably announce when he's teleporting in, but. ]

[deathkid]

[ the lack of announcement makes him initially think it's percy and he hesitates leaving his room. he peeks out the door to gauge which of his roommates it is and finds, to his relief, that it's neither. instead, it's one (1) norse god, lounging about as if he owns the place. if nico's surprised, it doesn't show. he merely sighs and pads out to the living room, leaning over the couch back so that he can peer into green eyes. ]

Hey, how did things go?

[ he makes a reach for the remote as he speaks, hoping to turn off the television rather than let dumb info-mercials play in the background (it's the bacon bowl commercial again. why is it always the bacon bowl commercial?)

[ikols]

[ Sadly relinquishing the control, he tips his head back to look up at Nico and gives the sort of non-committal shrug a god in their finery probably shouldn't. ]

He's intimidated by you and didn't know what to do with me. I thought you and I could get pizza or something.

[deathkid]

[ whoa what. nico stares for a few seconds, even blinking as he tries to make sense of what loki just said. intimidated? he can possibly imagine why. it's not like he's a threat to loki and dick's relationship. or so he thinks. ]

Intimidated by me? But- It's not like I'm competition or anything. [ a beat and then (because the pizza is forgotten for the moment). ] Is that really what he said?

[ikols]

It was the general vibe. He said you're good for me but not him, so I stopped elaborating. I'd like pepperoni on mine, extra bacon?

[ Keeping the same musing tone throughout, skipping from topic to topic. ]