[FIC] Curing Bad Habits
Title: Curing Bad Habits
Fandom: Original, LoNyss
Warnings: Implied slash/smut.
-Partly written for the SoulVomit contest. Prompt was 'Stop sticking fake roses in my face!'
The first time Loki and Nyssius went out, Loki spent thirty minutes in the grass plains behind the woods, trying to pick the perfect flower to give to his date. Daisies seemed so plain, and pink really wasn't his color. Violets were so small, they'd probably get crushed on his trek back into town. Buttercups then? It was a hard decision.
But then he found a rose bush, and all his doubts disappeared. The roses were dark red, in full bloom, the green of the leaves a good contrast. And when he tried to cut one of them off with his knife, a sharp thorn pricked his finger, and he grinned even wider. It was just like Nyssius; beautiful, yet dangerous. Perfect.
When he gave the grey-haired elf the single rose he had plucked, he was expecting at least a smile for his trouble, preferably a kiss. Nyssius held the flower carefully between two fingers, staring at it long and hard, and Loki felt a flicker of doubt. But then the almost-glare eased up and, looking almost happy, Nyssius tore off one of the petals and promptly placed it in his mouth.
Loki could only stare, watching helplessly as his carefully chosen gift was devoured.
"What are you doing?! That was a gift!"
Grey eyes blinked at him. "What, you didn't mean for me to eat that?"
"No one eats flowers."
"Of course they do." The bare stem was dropped, thumb licked once to catch a drop of dew that had made its way there. "Where have you been living?"
He should have just brought the buttercups.
===
Loki was nothing if not determined. Once he decided to do something, he put all of himself into it, especially if said something concerned his lover in any way. So when he came to the conclusion that Nyssius's flower-eating habit was unhealthy, he spared no effort or expense in changing his lover's habits around.
He brought Nyssius another rose the next time they met, one he had specially prepared. It had the most divine smell and was pure white, both things Nyssius obviously appreciated, as apparent from the way he sniffed at the flower when Loki brought it close to his nose. But then the nose titled back a little, and a set of teeth grabbed the rose by its petals in a firm bite, the glint in Nyssius's eyes telling Loki he was doing it on purpose.
Inwardly, Loki sighed. People always underestimated him.
There was a very long pause. Then, "Loki?"
He smiled innocently. "Yes?"
The rose was held up in front of his eyes. "What is this?"
"A rose. Don't you like it? Here, I brought more." He rummaged through his satchel and produced one, two, five more roses, all of them white, all with that same scent, and proceeded to insistingly shove them at Nyssius, who sputtered and then pushed back.
"What are you doing?! Stop sticking fake roses in my face!"
"I will, if you promise not to eat flowers again. It can't be healthy."
Nyssius glared, sniffed, then stalked away without a word, leaving the fake roses in a trail. Loki simply grinned, scooped them up, and ran after him. Up until Nyssius let loose a ball of fire at his direction, at which point he decided the elf needed a little space.
That, and he needed a new satchel. One that was fire-proof.
===
Gods, he was tired. His back ached, his legs ached, and that bruise on his arm was looking worse by the minute. If he hadn't brought home a sack full of valuable objects, he would have seriously considered giving up robbing for a living. Well, the valuable items, and the massages he cajoled out of Nyssius when his day had been especially long. As this one had been. He wondered briefly if the elf was still angry with him, and fervently hoped not. Parts other than his back were beginning to ache.
The smell of cooking hit his nostrils when he stepped through the door and he sniffed appreciatively, dropping the sack and satchel at the door and quietly stalking towards the kitchen. He slipped his arms around the cook and nuzzled his neck, while the elf in his arms turned his head and gave him a small smile, idly stirring the large pot.
"You look tired," he commented, and Loki made a noncommittal sound. "Hungry?"
Tanned hands began to trail lower at a slow pace, and Nyssius dropped the spoon long enough to slap the appendages away with a warning glare. Loki's grin was unrepentant. "Starving. What did you make?"
"Ah," Nyssius was instantly all smiles again, happily resuming his stirring. "A special dish. Daisies and sunflowers with small pieces of chicken."
"...I'm suddenly not hungry anymore."
===
Whenever Nyssius was suspicious the color of his eyes would resemble that of steel, and his mouth with tilt down in a thoughtful frown. Usually, Loki would grin, tease, distract the elf from whatever brought that look to his face, but this time he simply kept his hands extended and looked his lover straight in the eyes. Not flinching was the key, and before long the small, yellow flowers were carefully picked off his palms, and Nyssius was lifting one up and cautiously sniffing at it.
"Did you spray anything on these?"
"No, nothing. That's how they smell."
"They're not fake?"
"Freshly picked, honest."
"They aren't painted, made of magic and won't turn to stone when I put them in my mouth?"
Loki rolled his eyes. "I didn't do anything to them, I promise." When Nyssius still looked wary, he threw his hands up and stalked to his chair, landing in it with a huff. "Teach me to do something nice for you again."
That seemed to do the trick, and, with a grateful smile, Nyssius nibbled on one of the leaves, turning back to his reading when he remained unchanged and Loki made no further comment.
For his part, Loki simply sat back and waited.
The book he had found in the library had been very specific on how long before it would take effect, and he was not disappointed. Before the promised thirty minutes were over, Nyssius had deserted his book, straddled the human's legs, and proceeded to make his demands abundantly clear. They moved from chair to floor, took a detour in the bath, and then to the bed, from which neither of them moved till the sun came up.
The next morning found Nyssius sore, angry, and suffering from a drug-induced headache, while his partner couldn't keep the sated grin off his face.
===
The instant Nyssius stepped through the door his lover was around him, holding him tightly in place while his lips attacked every patch of bare skin he could find. He breathed, "I'm sorry," against the elf's cheek and instantly felt Nyssius relax and attempt to turn in his arms. All talking ceased as Loki steered them both towards the bedroom, stopping at the door for an apologetic kiss.
"You have a right to eat whatever you like. I won't bother you about your flowers again, alright?"
There was no hesitation at all in Nyssius's nod, and Loki grinned at him full-force. "I've prepared a surprise for you," he murmured silkily, then pushed open the door and dragged the willing elf inside, turning him around so he could see the soft glow of the candles and the rose petals scattered on the sheets.
There was a moment of silence, and then Nyssius snickered and playfully jabbed Loki with his elbow. The latter took that as a sign of approval and proceeded to rid them both of their shirts, nudging the elf backwards until his knees hit the side of the bed and his back landed on the petal-covered sheets.
"...Loki?"
The human merely blinked.
"Why are these petals hard?"
"...oops. Must've grabbed the wrong sack."
===
Fandom: Original, LoNyss
Warnings: Implied slash/smut.
-Partly written for the SoulVomit contest. Prompt was 'Stop sticking fake roses in my face!'
The first time Loki and Nyssius went out, Loki spent thirty minutes in the grass plains behind the woods, trying to pick the perfect flower to give to his date. Daisies seemed so plain, and pink really wasn't his color. Violets were so small, they'd probably get crushed on his trek back into town. Buttercups then? It was a hard decision.
But then he found a rose bush, and all his doubts disappeared. The roses were dark red, in full bloom, the green of the leaves a good contrast. And when he tried to cut one of them off with his knife, a sharp thorn pricked his finger, and he grinned even wider. It was just like Nyssius; beautiful, yet dangerous. Perfect.
When he gave the grey-haired elf the single rose he had plucked, he was expecting at least a smile for his trouble, preferably a kiss. Nyssius held the flower carefully between two fingers, staring at it long and hard, and Loki felt a flicker of doubt. But then the almost-glare eased up and, looking almost happy, Nyssius tore off one of the petals and promptly placed it in his mouth.
Loki could only stare, watching helplessly as his carefully chosen gift was devoured.
"What are you doing?! That was a gift!"
Grey eyes blinked at him. "What, you didn't mean for me to eat that?"
"No one eats flowers."
"Of course they do." The bare stem was dropped, thumb licked once to catch a drop of dew that had made its way there. "Where have you been living?"
He should have just brought the buttercups.
===
Loki was nothing if not determined. Once he decided to do something, he put all of himself into it, especially if said something concerned his lover in any way. So when he came to the conclusion that Nyssius's flower-eating habit was unhealthy, he spared no effort or expense in changing his lover's habits around.
He brought Nyssius another rose the next time they met, one he had specially prepared. It had the most divine smell and was pure white, both things Nyssius obviously appreciated, as apparent from the way he sniffed at the flower when Loki brought it close to his nose. But then the nose titled back a little, and a set of teeth grabbed the rose by its petals in a firm bite, the glint in Nyssius's eyes telling Loki he was doing it on purpose.
Inwardly, Loki sighed. People always underestimated him.
There was a very long pause. Then, "Loki?"
He smiled innocently. "Yes?"
The rose was held up in front of his eyes. "What is this?"
"A rose. Don't you like it? Here, I brought more." He rummaged through his satchel and produced one, two, five more roses, all of them white, all with that same scent, and proceeded to insistingly shove them at Nyssius, who sputtered and then pushed back.
"What are you doing?! Stop sticking fake roses in my face!"
"I will, if you promise not to eat flowers again. It can't be healthy."
Nyssius glared, sniffed, then stalked away without a word, leaving the fake roses in a trail. Loki simply grinned, scooped them up, and ran after him. Up until Nyssius let loose a ball of fire at his direction, at which point he decided the elf needed a little space.
That, and he needed a new satchel. One that was fire-proof.
===
Gods, he was tired. His back ached, his legs ached, and that bruise on his arm was looking worse by the minute. If he hadn't brought home a sack full of valuable objects, he would have seriously considered giving up robbing for a living. Well, the valuable items, and the massages he cajoled out of Nyssius when his day had been especially long. As this one had been. He wondered briefly if the elf was still angry with him, and fervently hoped not. Parts other than his back were beginning to ache.
The smell of cooking hit his nostrils when he stepped through the door and he sniffed appreciatively, dropping the sack and satchel at the door and quietly stalking towards the kitchen. He slipped his arms around the cook and nuzzled his neck, while the elf in his arms turned his head and gave him a small smile, idly stirring the large pot.
"You look tired," he commented, and Loki made a noncommittal sound. "Hungry?"
Tanned hands began to trail lower at a slow pace, and Nyssius dropped the spoon long enough to slap the appendages away with a warning glare. Loki's grin was unrepentant. "Starving. What did you make?"
"Ah," Nyssius was instantly all smiles again, happily resuming his stirring. "A special dish. Daisies and sunflowers with small pieces of chicken."
"...I'm suddenly not hungry anymore."
===
Whenever Nyssius was suspicious the color of his eyes would resemble that of steel, and his mouth with tilt down in a thoughtful frown. Usually, Loki would grin, tease, distract the elf from whatever brought that look to his face, but this time he simply kept his hands extended and looked his lover straight in the eyes. Not flinching was the key, and before long the small, yellow flowers were carefully picked off his palms, and Nyssius was lifting one up and cautiously sniffing at it.
"Did you spray anything on these?"
"No, nothing. That's how they smell."
"They're not fake?"
"Freshly picked, honest."
"They aren't painted, made of magic and won't turn to stone when I put them in my mouth?"
Loki rolled his eyes. "I didn't do anything to them, I promise." When Nyssius still looked wary, he threw his hands up and stalked to his chair, landing in it with a huff. "Teach me to do something nice for you again."
That seemed to do the trick, and, with a grateful smile, Nyssius nibbled on one of the leaves, turning back to his reading when he remained unchanged and Loki made no further comment.
For his part, Loki simply sat back and waited.
The book he had found in the library had been very specific on how long before it would take effect, and he was not disappointed. Before the promised thirty minutes were over, Nyssius had deserted his book, straddled the human's legs, and proceeded to make his demands abundantly clear. They moved from chair to floor, took a detour in the bath, and then to the bed, from which neither of them moved till the sun came up.
The next morning found Nyssius sore, angry, and suffering from a drug-induced headache, while his partner couldn't keep the sated grin off his face.
===
The instant Nyssius stepped through the door his lover was around him, holding him tightly in place while his lips attacked every patch of bare skin he could find. He breathed, "I'm sorry," against the elf's cheek and instantly felt Nyssius relax and attempt to turn in his arms. All talking ceased as Loki steered them both towards the bedroom, stopping at the door for an apologetic kiss.
"You have a right to eat whatever you like. I won't bother you about your flowers again, alright?"
There was no hesitation at all in Nyssius's nod, and Loki grinned at him full-force. "I've prepared a surprise for you," he murmured silkily, then pushed open the door and dragged the willing elf inside, turning him around so he could see the soft glow of the candles and the rose petals scattered on the sheets.
There was a moment of silence, and then Nyssius snickered and playfully jabbed Loki with his elbow. The latter took that as a sign of approval and proceeded to rid them both of their shirts, nudging the elf backwards until his knees hit the side of the bed and his back landed on the petal-covered sheets.
"...Loki?"
The human merely blinked.
"Why are these petals hard?"
"...oops. Must've grabbed the wrong sack."
===