Fandral Agnar is the most dashing (mostdashing) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-11-16 02:15:00 |
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Despite the fiasco of having to improvise with no voice, Loki thinks the small revue went swimmingly. His colleagues had been brilliant, particularly the one who did Loki's explanations for him, and Zelda had been quite good at her part in it all. The milk can escape had gone better than even he had anticipated. After it's all said and done, and he's dried off and changed back into his clothes, Loki seeks out first his brother and sister, then goes looking for Fandral. When he sees him, Loki smiles, and raises an eyebrow expectantly, waiting for his praise.
“There you are!" Fandral grins, pulling Loki into a tight hug and kissing both his cheeks. "God, I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. I think I nearly bit through my lip during the last escape, I'll never get used to watching you do those sorts of things." A proper kiss, and he pulls back to inspect Loki for any damage, making sure everything's in one piece. "I think it went very well, don't you?"
He just looks amused, but terribly pleased, giving Fandral a light kiss to reassure him. Loki holds out his arms with exasperated fondness and nods, preening under the compliments. It did go very well, he thinks. It boded well for his show coming up in January.
“Let's get you home, then. You must be exhausted. I'll draw a nice bath for you, how does that sound? Warm you up after your chilly watery prison." Fandral loops his arm around Loki's waist and leads him off, bustling him into the car and heading for home.
Loki makes a face as he's led off. It's Halloween, after all, the anniversary of Houdini's death and Loki's running off of adrenaline. Of course, he had Asgardian magic on his side, but still. It's the thrill of showmanship. At home, he turns on the television, finding something scary that's on.
Ah, well. If Loki feels like watching something scary, Fandral could be up for that. He shrugs and kicks his shoes off, settling on the couch next to Loki. "Not up for a bath, are we?"
He rolls his eyes dramatically and sits next to Fandral, snuggling up against him. He presses his nose into Fandral's neck with a slight smile, pressing a chilly kiss to the skin. All things considered, Loki is in an alarmingly good mood. It doesn't happen often.
“Good lord love, you're still freezing." He tugs the blanket off the back of the couch and wraps it around Loki's shoulders, pulling him close and kissing his hair. "Come warm up with me, then."
Well, he might as well have some fun with it, right? Loki puts on a face of thanks, sneaking his fingers up under Fandral's shirt. With the lightest touch, he spreads a bit of frost across Fandral's stomach, looking very amused with himself.
Fandral inhales sharply and takes Loki's hands in his, pressing kisses to his fingertips and rubbing them gently. "Your fingers are like ice. You're far too skinny to be mucking about in cold water for that long. You'll catch your death that way."
Loki heaves a dramatic sigh and wiggles his fingers, raising his eyebrows. Magic, you idiot, he thinks. But it's sweet, the way Fandral worries so, though Loki would like to alleviate some of that. He reaches for a vase of flowers sitting nearby that Fandral had gotten him a few days ago, wiggles his fingers again, and frosts the edges of the glass.
… oh my. His eyes widen and he picks up the vase, studying it, running his fingers along the frosty rim. "Well. That's quite a trick," he deadpans, not quite sure how else to react to -- actual magic.
Loki deadpans back at him. He'll be so glad when his voice returns. In the meantime, he presses a kiss to the corner of Fandral's mouth and returns to snuggling against him, resting his head on Fandral's shoulder. The sooner the man starts dreaming, the better, Loki thinks.
“How long have you been able to do this?" The vase is set back on the table and Fandral wraps his arms around Loki's waist again, nuzzling at his hair.
He shrugs. It was hard to convey the message of only a few months now. Instead, he presses his finger to Fandral's lips and gives him a serious look. A magician, after all, never reveals his secrets and now Fandral has to carry that secret with him.
It takes him a moment to interpret the expression, but he nods in understanding. "Of course, of course. I won't tell a soul. You can trust me, dearest."
It earns Fandral a kiss, and then Loki gets a stroke of what he believes is brilliance. But Loki thinks all his plans are brilliant. Slipping out from Fandral's hold, Loki wanders over to a book shelf and peruses a bit. He picks a volume out of old legends and tales before dropping it in Fandral's lap. Leaning over the couch, Loki flips through the pages until he lands on the page about Loki, and taps it.
“Oh!" Fandral pulls Loki close again and settles in to read with great interest. Well -- it certainly does sound familiar, doesn't it? "You know, I don't know much about Norse mythology so I never really made the connection before. With your name, I mean. It's certainly interesting, how much like you this sounds. Only you're much nicer in your mischief, of course."
He gets another fond look and kisses Fandral's cheek, then shakes his head a bit to say that he's not really all that nice. He taps his own head and mimes sleeping, then flips to the page about Ragnarok. It's not quite that, so he waves his hand in a so-so motion, hoping Fandral gets the idea of the severity of it all.
“You -- see this when you sleep?" he parses out slowly, raising his eyebrows to see if he's close. "You dream about this, about the end of the world?"
Loki makes a vaguely distressed face. It's complex to explain, even when he has his voice, and he swishes his lips around to look thoughtful. He turns the pages of the book again, jabbing his finger unkindly on the page about Thor, then locks his hands together in hopes of signifying opposition.
“You dream about fighting with Thor." Fandral frowns a little at the thought of Thor and Loki fighting that harshly. "I'm sorry to hear that, those aren't very pleasant dreams to have. I know your brother loves you, I don't think he'd want that."
He nods, and then, after a moment, sighs reluctantly. He points at Fandral, then at himself, and makes the same hand locking motion. Loki even frowns a little.
He and Loki fighting? That makes him frown even harder and he cups Loki's face gently, giving him the softest of kisses. "I never want to fight with you. Nothing more than the simple, petty arguments that come from being long time friends. Is there anything I can do to set your mind at rest?"
Loki kisses back, nudging their noses together. He hopes, at least, Fandral feels this way once he's seen it all. But in answer to Fandral's question, he nods and kisses him again. That's what eases his mind more than anything.
“Well then, in that case, I'll just have to keep kissing you and telling you how lovely you are, and reminding you how terribly terribly fond I am of you." He strokes his thumbs against Loki's fine cheekbones and nudges back with an adoring sort of smile.
In return, Loki looks delighted. He grins and moves the book aside, so he can curl up in Fandral's lap instead. Picking one of the flowers from the vase, Loki twists the stem a bit in his fingers and turns it to a rose, which he presses against Fandral's nose with an amused smile.
Fandral smiles and takes the rose, tapping it against Loki's lips before leaning up for another kiss. "See? Much sweeter than the book says."
He snorts, then waves his hand so the rose wilts and crumples into dust that disappears before it hits Fandral's lap. But Loki kisses Fandral anyway, just because it's hard not to.
“Oh, the poor rose," Fandral pouts, brushing the dust off his lap and onto the floor. "Ah well, I suppose. You know, those bubbles that were following you around a few weeks back would be useful to have now. But I'm certain you'll get your voice back soon enough. I miss your lovely lilting tones.
Loki bops Fandral on the nose, then settles in to watch the horror movie marathon that's on television. He ends up dozing a bit - okay, maybe he was a bit exhausted after his show, but he'd never give Fandral that satisfaction of being right.
Fandral smiles as Loki dozes off, rubbing a hand over his back gently and pulling the blanket up around them. Eventually he starts to doze as well, cuddled up happily against Loki.
After a bit, Loki jerks awake when he nearly tumbles off the sofa. He yawns, surprised that he can make sound again, and also relieved. After turning off the tv, he nudges Fandral gently. "Perhaps we can sleep in bed rather than on the couch."
“Mm!" Fandral stretches with a yawn of his own. "Your voice is back, hello. It's nice to hear you again. I guess we were both more tired than we thought."
“Yes, it's a Halloween miracle. I was about ready to wreak mayhem on something." He presses a kiss to Fandral's lips. "Though you were wonderfully attentive."
“I did my best. Knowing that you love to talk as much as I do, I'm sure it must have been utter agony to not be able to."
“Complete torment. Trying to explain things was terrible." Loki stands and stretches, reaching out his hand for Fandral to come follow him upstairs.
mbpdFandral smiles and takes his hand, standing and pulling Loki into a sweet kiss. "I was very bad at that, the first day or so, wasn't I?"
“It was endearing." He smirks, kissing Fandral back and blowing an icy cool breath into his mouth. "Everything about you is endearing. It's almost nauseating."
The kiss quite literally takes his breath away, and he leans his forehead against Loki's to try and catch it again, eyes fluttering shut. "Well then I apologize for being so endearing all the time. I'll have to work on it."
“Oh, please don't." Loki brushes his fingers through Fandral's hair and heads upstairs, deciding they can stay in his room tonight.
Loki's room always looks so very elegant. And much neater than Fandral's, though Fandral knows where everything in his room is. Most of the time. He strips down and snuggles under the sheets with a sigh, then holds his arms out for Loki. "Come join me?"
Loki can't help it if his things need to be immaculate. Though he's grown fond of the coziness that comes from the slight disaster that Fandral's room. Once he strips down as well, he crawls under the blankets to join Fandral, tucking up against him. "As if you needed to ask."