[ The understanding isn't surprising coming from Nico, per se, but it is odd to experience and leaves him feeling unpleasantly transparent. A little bad for instilling in anyone the notion that he is worth waiting for when he's like this, sentence served with a whispered I love you to Tony in the dead of night, bound to the sentiment as surely as the King's chains bound him to that damned chair of fire.
A wave of green magic exchanges his dirtied jeans for a clean pair and a new tshirt where he was otherwise bare. ]
You're sweet and I appreciate you.
[ With as close as Nico is, it's all Loki can do to ruffle his hair and chin a crown. ]
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A wave of green magic exchanges his dirtied jeans for a clean pair and a new tshirt where he was otherwise bare. ]
You're sweet and I appreciate you.
[ With as close as Nico is, it's all Loki can do to ruffle his hair and chin a crown. ]