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]

[ Now that Nico's need is attended and all there is to do is see to his own, it becomes (ironically) harder for Loki to feel aroused without anything to focus on outside his own body; hardly any of him yearns for release without Tony, the futurist having perhaps foolishly engraved himself on the heart of a god, long-lived and enduring each time it is touched by devotion that strong. He brushes aside Nico's hand and shakes his head, quieter than before. His voice sounds more tired than strained. ]

Not tonight. I ... can't. You did so well, let's leave it there.

[ It's more that his heart is vastly hollow without the man he fell for, that it doesn't seek satisfaction this way, and instead of burning up with desire his body drops in temperature almost instinctively. ]

I'm sorry.

[deathkid]

[ there's something wrong, nico realizes, and he wonders if it's just too soon for him to pursue anything with loki. he inwardly berates himself, thinking about how hard loki had taken it when tony left. he should've known better. so he pulls his hand away, but only to wrap both of his around loki's neck, simply hugging the godling close enough so their heartbeats can be felt. ]

It's okay. It's okay, Loki. I get it. Thank you, for everything. [ he pulls back a fraction, enough to press their foreheads together. ] You mean a lot to me. I want you to be happy. But I don't want you to force anything either. If this... is too much, then I can wait however long it takes.

[ikols]

[ 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. ]

[deathkid]

[ that's an impressive bit of magic and it gives nico the time to tuck himself back in. his clothes are all rumpled now, but he's experienced worse, so he doesn't mind it so much. besides, he's still focused on loki. he heaves a sigh as his hair is ruffled. ]

And you can talk to me, you know that right? About anything.

[ikols]

I know. I will, if I ever need to.

[ He rolls onto his side, nudging Nico to go with him, and from the back of the couch is dragged a blanket. Nico may be thankful for it with how cool Loki's skin becomes, brushing through his curls. ]

It's not that you didn't satisfy me, you know that, yes? The physical stuff is less important to me, at times.

[ At others it's overwhelming and he has to cling for hours. Usually to Jason, and lately Billy as they work through their issues. ]

[deathkid]

I know now.

[ because he had been wondering. but knowing helps, and he easily goes back into the couch, arms still wrapped around loki as the blanket is used to cover them. he squirms only enough to get comfortable and releases a sigh. talking, it seems, makes it easier. ]

The physical stuff is just... a nice bonus, I guess I should say. I just want to be with you, get to know you. I want to be someone you want to be with.

[ikols]

You already are. I'm ... just weird.

[ It's an apologetic huff on the tail-end of a cuddle, lips moving along Nico's hair-line. ]

Thanks for putting up with me.

[deathkid]

[ humming softly, he shakes his head. ]

There's nothing wrong with being weird. I'm weird too, you know.