a mountain of ice, 4/?kitbullAugust 29 2011, 12:43:13 UTC
Heimdall, what would he be thinking, if he's watching now?
It's been so long since Loki had his conversation with the gatekeeper, way too long that he'd nearly forgotten what it was they were talking about then, but Loki would be hard-pressed to remember anything with the way Svadilfari's fingers are splayed on the small of his back, pulling his clothes open to the cool of the night. The man's mouth is hot against his naked skin, the rub of his scruff against his thigh exquisite, and Loki tries to stifle a sigh at the thought of how this moment came to be.
"Even the All-Father is blind in some places," Svadilfari murmurs against the soft of his belly a long time later, pressing kisses up to Loki's collar, as Loki's breath falls heavy from his own lips. "You are much too young for this."
"I'll thank you to remember that I'm a man in my father's court," the prince mutters, leaning up to catch a kiss on the mouth, his fingers threading at the back of the man's neck. "How did you know my father won't let you into his courts without your disguise?"
"You're only twelve seasons' turnings a man," Svadilfari reminds, hinting at a fondness Loki doesn't want to believe. "You are young compared to me, who is as old as your father's oldest half-son. Why does it matter how, prince?"
"Perhaps I want to learn this trick of changing skins. "
It's been so long since Loki had his conversation with the gatekeeper, way too long that he'd nearly forgotten what it was they were talking about then, but Loki would be hard-pressed to remember anything with the way Svadilfari's fingers are splayed on the small of his back, pulling his clothes open to the cool of the night. The man's mouth is hot against his naked skin, the rub of his scruff against his thigh exquisite, and Loki tries to stifle a sigh at the thought of how this moment came to be.
"Even the All-Father is blind in some places," Svadilfari murmurs against the soft of his belly a long time later, pressing kisses up to Loki's collar, as Loki's breath falls heavy from his own lips. "You are much too young for this."
"I'll thank you to remember that I'm a man in my father's court," the prince mutters, leaning up to catch a kiss on the mouth, his fingers threading at the back of the man's neck. "How did you know my father won't let you into his courts without your disguise?"
"You're only twelve seasons' turnings a man," Svadilfari reminds, hinting at a fondness Loki doesn't want to believe. "You are young compared to me, who is as old as your father's oldest half-son. Why does it matter how, prince?"
"Perhaps I want to learn this trick of changing skins. "
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