Ebony Maw: “Hear me, and rejoice. You have had the privilege of
being saved by the great Titan. You may think this is suffering. No. It
is salvation. Universal scales tipped toward balance because of your
sacrifice. Smile, for even in death, you have become children of Thanos.”
If you don’t think Squidward was the one who physically tortured and psychologically indoctrinated Loki in the deranged nonsense he was spewing in Avengers Assemble, you’re wrong.
Loki lifts his head from the book in which he’s been scribbling furiously fastidious notes; it’s a tome on advanced Midgardian herbology, one he pulled from the shelf in his ever-growing “Subsidiary Library” in Balthazar’s home, in order to examine his lover’s spice closet. He’s secure in the knowledge that the angel will be unfazed by this dissection of his domestic interior.
“Mn?” he hums, and slips over, closing the book in the process.
“Oh-hoooo, now, doesn’t that smell delicious,” he croons, while his arms slide around Balthazar’s waist, rubbing expertly seductive circles on his belly and pectorals. He rests his sharp chin on his shoulder. “M-hm. M-hm. M-HM. I see. And whyever would I say no to such a pastoral outing?”
Humming his approval at the attention, for Balthazar is as shameless as any housecat with his lover’s petting and touches, he leans back a little into Loki’s solid mass.
“I do hope it shall taste as delicious as it smells,” he teases, silky voice low and filled with warm affection. “Though I must admit you may be far more delicious yet!” He sets the spoon aside and turns in his lover’s arms, stealing a kiss as any thief might. Ah, but Loki’s lips invite him so sweetly and he stays close, brushes their noses together and presses foreheads in a gentler form of adoration. Stars and stones, how he loves this wily, brilliant, beautiful being!
“It was less that I thought you may not wish to go a-visiting and more, my heart, that I have no wish to disrupt any ideas you may have had for our weekend. If you have not made plans for our little family, bonne, we shall go to the manor and have a lovely few days of romping. The children can skip wearing shoes altogether and I may abandon a shirt entirely, the better to keep my wings free and wrap you in them as often as you’ll allow.” He’s tempting now, laying out bait he hopes might interest his darling. Hasn’t Loki mentioned time and again how much he loves Balthazar’s massive wings? Isn’t his love forever touching and petting them? It’s not as though the angel doesn’t enjoy it either, so he baits a gentle trap, the better to entice his love into sweet daydreams of their weekend fun.
“You are terrible,” Loki chuckles, well aware of his lover’s enticements.
That chuckle becomes a merry breath of laughter, a rare flash of teeth that is gentler than a wolf’s warning grimace, as the kiss is stolen and returned. Jade eyes appraise the face of his angel from tawny blond hairline to summer sky eyes to clever mouth, as Balthazar speaks.
“A terrible, spoiling fox, a beguiling creature if ever there was one, and you know damned well I shall accept your hand as you parade me about your highland estates, giving me the Elysium I always have in your company, you rogue. You siren. Eheh. I shan’t leave those wings once during our little sojourn.”
Fingers tickle around Balthazar’s back and knead his shoulder blades.
“Where are they now, hmmm? Perhaps we should let this concoction simmer, and go to a bigger space, so you can give me a bit of a preview?”
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