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[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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[deathkid]

[ a muffled squeak escapes nico as his face is pressed into loki's ruff, but he pushes himself away just enough so he can still breathe. all the while, he continues to rub loki's belly, apparently doing the godling good. the thought brings a smile to his lips. ]

You're really just a cuddly thing, aren't you? It's cute.

[ikols]

It's not funny! You try having millions of sensitive hairs all over your body!

[ Gurgling his complaints weakly into Nico's hair, he nibbles at the shell of an ear to get back at him. ]

[deathkid]

[ the nibbling prompts a slight gasp from nico, causing high italian cheeks to flush with color. in retaliation, nico merely spreads his hands and rubs more, really digging into loki's fur to give a good scratching. ]

You're the one that decided to turn into a fox. If you went back to your other form, it wouldn't be such a problem, now would it?

[ikols]

But you're doing s-such a good job, I don't want to change back right now.

[ Even if Loki stutters with how lovely those scritches are, it doesn't make him miss the way Nico gasps and flushes with colour. That ear is a casualty of this weird war they now have going on and Loki decides to Hel with it as he licks broad strokes all the way to the collar of Nico's shirt, tongue rough and hot as he leaves a sticky trail with a growl, basking in how willingly close Nico is to this particular form. ]

[deathkid]

[ what was originally a softer gasp as his ear was being nibbled because a louder, more pronounced one. especially as loki's tongue drags along his sensitive collarbone. sitting up more fully, he leans back with wide eyes and flushed features. ]

Loki! Don't-

[ikols]

[ Licking his lips (which he hopes doesn't come off too Big Bad Wolf) he sinks back into the cushions and lays his hands on his middle, watching Nico intently with unblinking green eyes. ]

Sorry. No one's ever ... That was new. [ Pointed ears flatten. ] Sorry. You okay?

[deathkid]

[ still flushed, nico looks away, feeling the warmth in his cheeks and recalling the rough sensation of the tongue on his skin. ]

It was just, um... [ swallows. ] Surprising. I almost forgot you're not really an animal...

[ikols]

I am. I'll turn into a man if you want, if you're more comfortable with that.

[ He itches under his chin, finally glancing away in chagrin. ]

I forgot what I was ...

[deathkid]

Yeah, I mean- If you're going to do something like that, I'd prefer- Yeah.

[ realizing what he's saying, he squirms a little, looking at loki through his lashes. ]

[ikols]

Hah. [ He has to laugh a little. ] Still waiting on a tall bipedal vixen to come knocking at my door. [ He can't say he'd rule that out.

The shapeshift is slower, resettling in his Asgardian male form. Tugging his shirt down. ]

All better, there we are.

[deathkid]

[ not before nico gets a good view of loki's sculpted chest. his eyes dilate sharply and he sucks in a breath. then, almost timidly: ]

Did you, um, want to...

[ikols]

Ah, no, don't worry. That was ... weird, a reaction to all that fur. I'm fine now.

[ Ruffling Nico's hair to reassure him, which he thinks is what he needs right now. ]

[deathkid]

[ nico's just going to give loki a peck on the cheek anyway. ]

It wasn't so bad. Just... startling.

[ikols]

I didn't mean to, er, lick you quite so much ... these things happen when one doesn't have lips.

[ Playing with Nico's shirt and tugging the hem, he tilts his chin up and offers a proper kiss, one that doesn't aim for a cheek, and all Nico has to do is lean down and accept it. ]

[deathkid]

[ he's a little surprised by the motion, but soon accepts it with ease, leaning down to kiss the godling. it's not as hot and desperate as their kiss during the fairylights, but it does bring a flush to nico's cheeks. he keeps it brief, pulling away after a few beats to gaze at loki. ]

Was that okay?

[ikols]

More than, it was lovely. Did you want to watch another movie?

[ Hocus Pocus is done, it seems. Loki isn't entirely sure what to do with Nico when they are alone like this, acquiescing to whatever the young man pleases. ]

[deathkid]

[ nico considers the question for a few seconds, eyes on loki, searching verdant green. eventually, he comes to a decision, lurching forward to kiss loki again, if he'll allow it. ]

[ikols]

[ Allowed and encouraged with a nibble to those hesitant lips, he wraps an arm around Nico's waist and draws him closer on his lap. Loki brushes along a jawline and peppers it with kisses, soft and light as he laughs under his breath. ]

[deathkid]

[ still a beetroot, nico encourages the hold on his waist and the spot in loki's lap by wiggling a little. and as loki kisses along his jaw, nico sucks in small gasps of air. his fingers find the edges of loki's shirt and tug lightly, wanting to see that toned chest again. ]

[ikols]

[ Those scant touches around his midriff have him giggling against Nico's skin, nosing his way to a chin which he pecks next. ]

Are you looking for something?

[ Those desperate little inhales don't go unnoticed. Sinking his fingers into Nico's hair to tug at those curls, he peers at him with a quirked brow. ]

[deathkid]

[ a tiny bit breathless, nico looks up at loki, nervous. ]

I want to see you. I want to... to...

[ikols]

[ Luckily for Nico, Silvertongue knows the value of the absence of words, too, and he pets Nico's hair to calm him. ]

Alright, go on then.

[ His hand finds Nico's and guides it to lift his tshirt, a fond look bent on the Greek throughout. ]

[deathkid]

[ as the shirt is pulled off, nico sucks in another breath, flattening his palms against loki's chest. the godling is smooth, smoother than anyone nico's ever met ( granted, he's not been in this kind of position before ), and it takes his breath away. smoothing his hands down, he leans forward to kiss loki again. ]

[ikols]

[ Without the fur the sensation is dulled but still pleasant, knowing he's a little oddly put together; apparently hair wasn't a thing Billy added to the mix when they were revamping the body and Loki is smoother than most, pale with pink nipples that match his kissed lips. He lets Nico explore, catching the kiss and licking his way into heat, sucking on a hot tongue to see how familiar Nico is with making out.

Loki would guess not very, but it's more fun to find out this way. He's certainly lean and buff enough to make the needy Necromancer happy, so at least there's that. ]

[deathkid]

[ the way loki sucks on his tongue prompts a low, quiet moan out of nico, the noise startling him a little, but he doesn't pull away. instead, he presses closer, drinking in the godling as he lets his fingers drag over smooth skin. nico's inexperienced, yes, but he has a vague idea of how this goes having tested his own needs out and knowing that nipples can be sensitive, he tentatively trails his sword-callused fingertips across both of loki's, wondering what reaction he'll get. ]