ηʹ → ( 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈 ) un; ghostking

[deathkid]

[ sitting in his room in marco's mansion with a record player belting out blitzkrieg bop. not so loud that he can't be heard, but it's clearly cranked up a little. nico, meanwhile, is sharpening his sword and looking a little put out. after having his memories shared with multiple people, he's not feeling too sociable. but he can hear jason grace in his head telling him he needs to get out of the house and talk to people. ]

Eight months. I've been here eight months and there's still no way to get back to camp. Back... home.

[ the fact he calls camp home now truly reveals just how much he misses his friends and family. ]

This place isn't too bad, but being the only demigod around here kind of sucks. I don't know how many people around here get homesick, but I would certainly accept even some of the gods, Greek gods showing up. No offense to you Norse types.

[ he picks up his sword and sets his thumb against the edge, cheering up a little as it nicks the skin, causing blood to well to the surface. sucking on his thumb, he sets the sword aside. ]

Whatever. Anyone want to go outside quarantine and kill some stuff?

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[ikols]

Try? I'm curious.

[ Tweaking Nico's hair to get him to look sideways, where Loki is slumped nearby. ]

[deathkid]

[ turning his head to better look at loki (and because of the tug on his hair), he shifts to be more comfortable, turning his whole body towards loki. ]

Basically, I can tell them what to do without speaking. Spirits, ghosts, zombies, etc. I don't even have to say anything and I can sense whether they're malevolent or not.

[ikols]

That's very cool.

[ His touch in Nico's hand drifts down to trace a line across his jaw with light fingertips, back and forth. ]

So ... if I were a ghost, [ hah, ] what do you think you'd sense from me?

[deathkid]

[ whoa, intimate touch. nico flushes a little, but manages to keep his voice steady as he watches loki. his gaze meets that of the godling and he subconsciously licks his lips. ]

Mischief. Lots of mischief.

[ikols]

[ Not since Tony's departure has Loki found any interest in another man, or anyone for that matter, yet Nico is excessively and inadvertently adept at holding the godling's attention. ]

That's a little shallow, isn't it? [ His wrist drapes over Nico's shoulder, inviting him to come closer if he doesn't mind using Loki as a pillow. ] You can't sense anything else?

[deathkid]

[ normally, nico would hesitate getting closer to someone, especially given how close he is now, but there's a pull he feels from loki that draws him in. he settles his head on loki and makes a quiet noise before replying. ]

Warmth, strangely enough. Eagerness. [ he turns just enough to press his nose against loki, as if breathing him in. ] Maybe a bit of loneliness.

[ because knowing how close loki was to tony, he imagines the godling misses him. or at least misses the affection he got from a warm body. ]

[ikols]

Contrarily, you just had to go off the deep end.

[ But he doesn't mind, Nico isn't wrong. Loki can wrap him up in his arms and nose the curls from his forehead in peace, long legs twining with the necromancer's to keep his toasty from head to toe. ]

[deathkid]

You know me.

[ huffed against loki's shoulder as he clutches at his clothing. he's never been this wrapped up in someone before. it's a little suffocating, but at the same time, it's something he never knew he wanted so much. tentatively, he reaches up to brush his own, cool fingers against loki's cheek. as if checking to see if he's real. ]

All or nothing.

[ikols]

Mm, always pegged you as a life or death kind of man ...

[ He stick his tongue sideways out of his mouth, aiming to lick those fingers. ]

[deathkid]

That too. I mean-

[ eeps, flushing as he tries to withdraw his fingers. they're so entangled at this point that nico doesn't know what to make of their friendship(?). ]

Loki? What is this?

[ikols]

It's movie night.

[ Any other parameters are blurry, defined by his wants and not common-sense. He shrugs, reaching up to brush back Nico's hair and peer up from the lazy nest on the couch, and tries to go a step further than he would with a lot of other people. ]

I like ... that I don't have to pretend to be anyone else around you.

[deathkid]

[ nico's eyes widen at this admission, easily visible with his hair pushed back, and for a second he's quiet because no one's ever told him something like that before. there are skeletal butterflies fluttering in his stomach and at first, he doesn't know how to respond. eventually, the words come. ]

I just want you to be you. To be happy. Isn't that what's important?

[ikols]

Ditto. [ He can cup Nico's cheek in one palm, chuckling as all those freed curls bounce to one side with the drag of his hand. ] That's what a healthy friendship ought to be about, I think.

[ Turning his head to watch the movie, he flicks Nico a glance from under his lashes. ]

You want to get comfy and see how this ends? Your dad's in it. Kinda.

[ #SATANONTHEDOORSTEP #LOL ]

[deathkid]

[ giving his head a little shake so those curls stay out of his field of view, he shifts a little to get more comfortable and turns to watch the screen. ]

Hades is in this? Gods, I hope he doesn't have flaming blue hair. That was just awful.

[ as he speaks, one hand seeks out loki's, hoping to entwine their fingers. friendship... friends hold hands right? nico's on uncertain ground here, but letting his heart guide him is easier here than it was with percy. ]

[ikols]

You're too picky.

[ Never mind that Nico's dad is real for him, the Disney version is a classic and he can't wait to see him react to the Hocus Pocus scenes.

Loki uses Nico's crown as a chinrest, a lazy hand skimming up and down a lean side over and over, from hip to ribs and back again. Always atop his shirt, never under; he doesn't want to overstep any bounds tonight. ]

[deathkid]

[ the touch pulls a tremble out of him anyway, one more intimate that he's ever before experienced. but he trusts loki. trusts this, whatever it might be, and leans into the touch as the scene in question comes up. ]

Wait... Satan? You're comparing my dad to a guy dressed like the devil?

[ picky yes, because he has standards. ]

[ikols]

Just watch! He's so great.

[ The evening's activities can be summed up as Intense Cuddling, especially with Loki unable to stop giggling at how solemnly Nico takes the issue at hand. Tiniest, simmering Italian! Seeing him lose it one day would be hilarious ... as long as Loki wasn't on the receiving end, of course. ]

How're you rating my taste in movies?

[deathkid]

[ with his free hand, he throws it out to gesture intensely, clearly perturbed by this portrayal of "his father", or any underworld person in general. ]

You've gotta be kidding me! And those witches, so dumb! Anyone can tell the difference between a guy in a cheap costume and the real thing. Ugh.

[ huffing loudly, he turns to loki again, simmering in his spot. ]

F- for accuracy; but I suppose I could give you a B for entertainment.

[ikols]

[ Nico is more animated than Fandral in a steamhouse full of hot bods, but in an absolutely opposite way. ]

Hurray! It's always the Effort and Entertainment marks that count more than the official Achievement score!

[deathkid]

[ flops back down on loki, feeling a little drunk on his presence. it's both strange and uplifting at the same time. it makes his ears heat up and gives him the urge to burrow closer still, though there's hardly any space between them now. ]

Thanks. I've never really hung out with anyone like this before. It's... really nice.

[ikols]

[ Loki loves to be plastered up with Nico on his chest, he feels an awful lot like a cat gif when he stretches and relaxes with a hand buried in Nico's hair. ]

Yes, you are.

[deathkid]

Me? I meant... [ but is it really worth arguing? nico gazes at loki for a few seconds, watching the godling before he seems to come to a decision. gingerly, almost shyly, he presses a kittenish kiss to loki's cheek. ]

You are too, for all your wiles.

[ikols]

Not in spite of them too much, I hope ...

[ The kiss is sweet and he accepts it happily, turning his cheek into the press of warm lips. ]

[deathkid]

[ settling back down into his spot at loki's side, he shakes his head. ]

You've never give me a reason to be cautious or anything like that.

[ reaches up and taps loki's nose. ]

Even when you're drunk, you're abundantly nice.

[ikols]

Ah, my worst moment around you, of course ...

[ He turns his head, squeezing his eyes shut as a nervous chuckle bubbles up. ]

That was an unfortunate time.