[ Tony seems pleased (and a little surprised?) with how quickly he unravels the lock-code on the phone, which Loki finds charming when handed back the device to ferret around with. He doesn't get the chance, pulled into a kiss that suffuses his entire being with a shiver of delight and sends his arm with the phone curling around Tony's neck to draw him in.
Staring at Tony with a mix of bewilderment and fascination, his expression eases into a grateful, bashful flush when their foreheads meet and Tony's warm calloused hands frame their world, cutting out the unfamiliar so it is just them. ]
Okay.
[ It's a happy sigh, trusting the earnestness of that kiss and Tony's rampant affections. There has to be a deeper reason for that. And in the back of his mind's eye, Loki sees ... ]
Gold. [ Green eyes unfocus for a moment, fixating on Tony as he murmurs with the stirring of a memory. ] You were painted in gold, in the dark ...
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Staring at Tony with a mix of bewilderment and fascination, his expression eases into a grateful, bashful flush when their foreheads meet and Tony's warm calloused hands frame their world, cutting out the unfamiliar so it is just them. ]
Okay.
[ It's a happy sigh, trusting the earnestness of that kiss and Tony's rampant affections. There has to be a deeper reason for that. And in the back of his mind's eye, Loki sees ... ]
Gold. [ Green eyes unfocus for a moment, fixating on Tony as he murmurs with the stirring of a memory. ] You were painted in gold, in the dark ...