[Yammering about magical research? Very good, very top-notch flirting. Checking creases in an outfit intended to look neatly pressed? Also very good, very tier-one flirting.
But the very slick shoulder-tap, arm-touch, hand-kiss maneuver? Actual advanced nonsense that gets a startled blink from the Asgardian, body briefly caught still and fingers tensing slightly against the threat of his hand being dropped before he's properly processed things.
His tongue clicks before overly long, attention flitting from being caught on their hands to studying the final effect of the outfit.]
...not awful. [Very good. Very handsome.] Keep that one, hm?
[ If nerdy and enthusiastic talk about books, history, or magic is what interests Loki, then he will have a good time hanging out with Lin Lie. He's not that much of a talker otherwise, but if you hit one of his hyperfixations...
Dark brown eyes look up at Loki through long, dark lashes, and Lien Lie is still bowing, and it. It would be a lie to say he's not a little pleased by being able to catch Loki by surprise. He gently lets go of Loki's hand a moment later, straightening and waiting for the final verdict. Loki's generosity is something he didn't see coming, and for a moment he thinks he must have heard him wrong. ]
W-what do you mean, 'keep that one'? This suit alone probably cost more than my whole wardrobe, and it's yours.
[ Looking down, one of Lin Lie's hands goes to the front of the suit, fingers moving up to brush over the lapels and scarf. Barring some traditional clothing in the past, this is one of the nicest clothes he's ever put on; that is true. It's also very Loki-like, and it will always remind him of the god as well. ]
I can't possibly take it from you like that. Not without giving something back; it doesn't seem fair.
So keep it long enough to sell it and get a new wardrobe? [Just in case being idly flip doesn't work, Loki shrugs and goes back to his bag.] I didn't pay for it--in a gift way, not a crime way. [Just in case they would have had to go through some sort of hero-related farce about it in the other case.] And I've already got what I need from it.
[He straightens properly, giving one hand a quick upward sweep. The illusion isn't instant, something like a shimmer running from shoes up to shoulders, his actual neat Asgardian clothes seeming to turn into an exact replica of the suit Lin Lie (well, not an exact replica, because someone couldn't help but add a pop of gold at the cuffs and collar). His hand drops, and the illusion does as well.]
But this-- [The next bundle of cloth being tugged from the bag isn't green or gold, but the amorphous black fabric certainly looks luxe.] --you can't have. Because I did steal it. From Thor.
[Look, the shoulder issue is clearly real and he was right to do this. Support Loki's wrongs.]
I'd never sell or give away a present like that! [ By the slightly alarmed tone, it's clear that doing such a thing is a horrible faux pas in Lin Lie's book. To reject a gift is the absolute height of rudeness in Chinese culture.
He eyes Loki with some unease, less because of the means in which the clothes might have ended in the god's position and more because he's torn between finding this a nice gesture and hating that it feels a little like charity. In the end, the 'nice gesture' idea wins over. It helps that Loki is nonchalant about giving the clothes away while showing off his magic. Lin Lie looks at the matching suits—plus the nice, extra gold accents—and then acquiesces. ]
Alright, you've made your point. But if you change your mind and want them back, just let me know. Thank you for the gift.
[ He's going to delicately run his fingers over the scarf or the jacket's sides and smile a little to himself, because it really feels so nice to the touch. Brown eyes stare at the black bundle, unsure of what sort of clothes they are but not missing the high-end fabric and probably state-of-the-art design. ]
Since Thor is going to get his clothes back, let's say you borrowed them. It is not stealing if you don't keep them... Technically.
[ It's all about the technicalities, sometimes. Even if it's for Lin Lie's peace of mind. He's not sure if it's right to wear something that belongs to one of Earth's mighty heroes, so he's not going to think about it too hard and be Loki's doll for a bit in exchange for the green suit. Which he is going to start taking off now, first placing the jacket on the back of a nearby chair to avoid creases. ]
[Feather-ruffling aside, it's a good conclusion. Much better than the suit stay with someone who keeps clearly enjoying the quality of the fabric than sitting in his closet with all the other Midgardian clothes he rarely actually wore outside of his own illusions.
It's also probably a good conclusion to simply not respond to that technicality. After all, who knew? He might well return his brother's clothes when he got home again. Anything was possible--including, more often than not, Loki surprising even himself.]
I don't know if there's a word for it, here.
[True, as he shakes the actual pieces apart, the heavy black fabric resolves into what is clearly a cowl-necked cloak. The lighter fabric shaken out from within it is definitely a long, loose tunic, dyed a deep regal blue, with trim pants of a similar material and golden cloth belt to bind it all together.]
They're formal. But... house-formal. When you don't expect to be attacked at any moment, so you can be-- more comfortable.
[Rarely used, if the way every Asgardian tended to wear some level of armor at any moment of any day was any indication. (But that would have been a bridge too far. Even Thor's old armor, too small and sitting idle, wasn't for stealing and lending out.)]
Do you know what I mean? [Whether there was a good word for it here or not, it's up for offer for in Loki's hands now.]
[ This present isn't something Lin Lie will forget anytime soon, and he will take good care of the suit. Perhaps he will find the right occasion to wear it soon, maybe during the New Year celebrations. ]
Hm.
[ Now that he can take a good look at the garments, he can't help but admire the craftsmanship. His eyes light up in something resembling recognition, even though he's aware that these are typical Asgardian robes. ]
I do. We have similar clothes in my country; the cuts aren't an exact copy, and the fabrics might be different, of course, but it's interesting how these resemble ancient Chinese clothing. Similar to our Hanfu or Qizhuan. Perhaps our cultures aren't so different after all.
[ Sadly, Lin Lie has grown used to being attacked pretty much at any random time of the day or night, because that has been the pattern (or lack of it) of Chiyou's demons coming after him, but he sees Loki's point regardless. ]
I think I have an idea of how to put these on by myself. Let me try and see, then you can correct me if I get it wrong.
[ Enthusiasm aside, he's still going to be careful while handling these. He takes off the previous set of clothes, which means that for a moment he's simply standing in his underwear as he holds up the loose tunic. He's going to take a few seconds to admire the blue coloring of the tunic before putting it aside to grab the pants and put them on. They're actually a bit baggy on him this time; his waist is smaller than Thor's. ]
I feel like you should try some of my clothes too; [ Lin Lie jokes as he slides the tunic over his shoulders. ] They might not be as nice as yours, but don't underestimate the power of being comfortable.
[It is, truly, very like a hanfu. The density of the fabric likely feels more like a European weave (although it is, obviously, ultimately simply alien), but the mechanics are all generally the same. Fashion is fashion is fashion, perhaps--and the confirmation of that does seem to put a pleased little perk into Loki's crooked grin.]
I do believe in you to manage this.
[He believes in himself a little less not to let his attention linger briefly on Lin Lie as the man studies the clothing. Surely it's not staring in a rude way if he's been told that there might be difficulty in getting into clothing. Surely it's just polite hovering in case something goes wrong and needs intervention, or if he's guessed wrong and somehow these shoulders are even bigger than Thor's. (They aren't, obviously, but they are very nice to look at.)
What truly keeps something soft at the corners of Loki's lips is a combination of the clear care with which Lin Lie treats the clothing and the quiet heart-tug of having things so clearly from home inhabiting a space far away from it. A Midgardian suit in Midgard, even his own? Nothing remarkable. Proper Asgardian garb in Midgard, even his brother's? Lovely; nostalgic, despite the fact he'd only barely just left the realm to come here.
He clears his throat thoughtlessly, doing his best to wander back into something wry and detached.]
[ Thor's clothes are a good blend of surprisingly new and yet beautifully familiar. Truth be told, Lin Lie had his doubts at first, but this is turning out to be a pretty fun afternoon, a cultural exchange of sorts. Doing a twirl at some point has not been fully ruled out, either.
Loki's words would have seemed more sarcastic without that little satisfied glimpse in the man's smile, so Lin Lie can't even be mad. He also misses most of the staring, attention focused on not accidentally ripping anything. ]
See, not being a prince myself means I never had valets, so I had to learn how to dress up the boring way. On my own. I became quite skilled at it. That said, this thing doesn't seem to want to stay on.
[ The gold belt is pretty, but it seems determined to ride low on his hips, like the most refined-looking belly chain, even if it's actual cloth. One of Lin Lie's hands is holding the fabric at the front, and maybe it's because it's so silk-soft that it keeps slipping or that he just doesn't know how to tie it up. ]
A little help? Please, Loki. [ The last two words come out in a lower voice, a bit more breathy. He hadn't forgotten their previous conversation when Loki mentioned that being wanted was half the fun. Hearing someone's bed probably was the other half. ]
You've seen them, and they're soft and cozy, yes. [ Detached Sarcasm? He doesn't know her. ]Just because I don't wear them often, it doesn't mean I don't also have some nice clothes. I have a changshan that would look good on you. I'll fetch it after this. It's white and gold, since I mostly wear it for the Spring Festival.
[It doesn't fit quite right--Lin Lie is much more in the vein of Thor's body shape than Loki, but even other Asgardians were often slightly smaller than the older prince--but it still twitches Loki's lips to study properly. Or, well, something twitches his lips. (It might be the request. He does like begging.)]
Of course, my lord.
[There's no resorting to magic this time. Loki moves in to fit the belt by hand, fingers deft and nimble in tucking the fabric in on itself, shrinking the fabric practically until the sash fits properly, fingers linger just for a heartbeat in satisfaction.]
[ Lin Lie still has a few training years to go before he can grow anywhere near as large as Thor. Maybe he never will, to be honest. He's muscular, but he's actually shorter than most heroes, so the chances of him putting on THAT much more mass are unlikely. But he would say that what's important is not how much you have, but how you use it.
He's still studying Loki's face and body language for any signs that he might have appreciated the begging or found it ridiculous, and he concludes that it perhaps has been a bit of both. Good enough for him, especially when Loki answers. ]
Who would have thought that all I needed to do for you to be this sweet to me was to ask nicely?
[ There's something in Lin Lie's tone that makes it clear he will remember it for the future. And then Loki steps closer and gets all over his space, and Lie decides to shut up. He knows Loki is only making sure that the clothes fit right, but they've rarely been this close before, and he thinks he could even count Loki's eyelashes if he tried hard enough. He gets a bit distracted by them and by the curve of Loki's cheekbone that he doesn't seem to notice, or really mind, Loki's hands staying on him longer than expected. ]
That it does. But then, it doesn't take you a lot to look good.
[In some ways, Loki has to admit that it's a fair assessment. Helping someone dress isn't exactly his usual brand, particularly this far from home. But it probably isn't exactly sweet, now that the belt is neatly set, to catch lightly at the tunic's collar and briefly lean closer to Lin Lie's ear.]
Because I wouldn't have called that "asking nicely."
[There was saying "please," after all, and there was dropping one's voice into a breathier pitch while asking something, having previously established... well, a number of kinks, truth be told.
One light pat to smooth the collar back into place, and Loki turns away to take up and shake out the cloak. Lin Lie will almost certainly be able to manage it himself, but there's no harm in shaking out any almost-wrinkles.] I've been told it takes me nothing to look good, actually.
Compared to what people try to do when they get close to me? Yes, definitely.
[ Mei Min and a few other friends are the exceptions, but almost everyone who gets this close, especially men, does so to fight him or to remind him he's not worthy of the Iron Fist title. This is very much an improvement.
Lin Lie has been looking down, eyes half-lidded as he watched Loki adjust the belt with deft fingers that might as well belong to a musician. Part of the reason is that he wanted to make sure he learned how to properly tie the belt, and another big part is that he just enjoys watching Loki's hands. He's forgotten that the tongue is so much more dangerous.
He gasps softly, his body shivering as Loki's hot breath brushes against the shell of his ear when he speaks. That is more closeness than expected, and it does things to Lin Lie because the first thought that comes to mind after Loki's rebuttal is 'I can do better next time.'
And why would there ever be a next time??? He's too busy gathering his thoughts and trying not to blush to actually answer with anything witty in return He's still a bit numb as Loki fixes his collar and turns around, but the man's last words shake him from his stupor. ]
Well, lucky you. I guess it's the opposite with me; I might just look better without wearing anything at all.
[The gasp is nice. The little shiver is nicer. The clear moment of being simply too flustered to speak for a moment is nicest of all.
Perhaps that's why Loki doesn't bother stifling his pleased laugh as he turns back to Lin Lie, eyes wrinkled at the corners and lips twisted into his crooked version of a pleased smile.]
Is that what you'd like to try on next?
[It's nice, having the outlet of easy flirtation. It's even nicer, having someone to spend this sort of idle, unimportant time with, like the universe wouldn't fall apart if they were allowed the space to breathe. It's nicest, feeling this readily trusted in someone else's personal space.
Lin Lie could absolutely manage the cowl cloak. Loki moves to help him into it anyway, just to continue enjoying the warm sensation of proximity.]
Loki seems to have a natural talent for leaving. Lin Lie was speechless, and not just from sheer irritation. His cheekbones are still dusted red by the time Loki turns; that laugh did nothing to help the matter. At least someone is having fun here. (He is, too, not like he will admit it right now). Lin Lie rocks a little on his heels, shaking his head but unable to stop a smile from splitting his lips in two, eyes dancing.
Sorry, I don't start to get naked until at least the second date. My baba raised no hoe.
Despite the occasional embarrassing moment arising, Lin Lie would agree that it's nice to just test the water and be a bit silly and flirty. He's never had many chances to do such a thing, and he could use some practice. Somehow Loki makes it feel natural. But they still have an outfit to finish putting together, and he reaches out for the cowl cloak, adjusting it with some of Loki's help.
This is kind of fun. [ He tugs at the corner of the cowl, adjusting it, and then swaying his shoulders to make the cloak more. ] I look a bit like a witch; I like it. It's a pity that the Iron Fist suits does not have a cape, but it would get in the way of moving during fights.
[The speechlessness and flush are lovely. The grin and cheeky response is even lovelier. It all keeps something pleased sparking at the back of Loki's eyes, lips still twitched up at the edges. Being relaxed is an absolute treat.
Also, in a small way, seeing Lin Lie in this familiar fashion context is an absolute treat as well. It all feels a bit... closer knit, in a way that seems to settle something he doesn't have a name for.
The next laugh is a bit more amused, mostly on the inhale.]
This is what your witches look like? [Thoughtlessly, one hand traces a little circle in the air, and a small magical breeze briefly kicks up the cloak, floating it dramatically in support of Lin Lie's fluttering of it.] Thor will be furious to hear.
[ Having a good time with a friend without worrying too much about his duties or legacy is a rare occurrence for him as well, especially because Lin Lie wasn't even that social even before he became Sword Master and later the Iron Fist. It all feels much easier with Loki. ]
Ehhh...sometimes. Especially in myth or in movies. In real life, I haven't met many of those.
[ He lets out a delighted laugh when Loki uses his magic to make the cloak wave in the magic wind, and it's a bit close to an actual giggle. He couldn't help himself even if he's aware that it might seem a bit too childish. He's in a rare good mood, so he's going to enjoy all this and not think too hard about it. ]
Thor isn't here, so what he doesn't know can't hurt him. [ Lin Lie's not going to seek out the Thunder God to tell him. He's got better things to do, and those include reaching out to tug at the front of Loki's clothes. ]
Come on now, come to my room. I'll fetch the changshan I told you about, and you can try it on. I want to see you all in gold.
[ If Loki follows and doesn't mind waiting a few minutes as Lin Lie rummages inside his wardrobe, he will see the younger man pull out a red and gold decorated box. The box is covered in satin fabric and the gold decor is embroidered, and Lin Lie is careful when he handles it and places the box on his bed. It's obviously important. ]
There it is, feel free to have a look.
[ Inside the box, the outfit Loki will see is: a pair of brown pants with cloud-like patterns embroidered in gold, a silk changshan in white with a gold rim that tapers at the waist and then falls on the front, and a bolero jacket with a depiction of a guardian lion in a darker yellow color on the back of it. There's also a traditional ornamental waist pendant that functions as a belt, a red rope with a jade circle and tassels, a symbol of spiritual protection. It's very striking but the color harmonize.
Lin Lie hasn't worn these clothes since he was eighteen, so there's a chance they might fit Loki more or less well. ]
[On shoulder lifts casually, head canted briefly to one side as Loki continues to study the final effect.]
You've met me.
[And, admittedly, Loki did wear clothes very much like his brother's. That nevertheless hardly made the look scream 'witch.' Just... something else. Something a bit cozy around the edges that didn't bear naming.
It's easy enough to drift along behind Lin Lie to the bedroom, idle flutters of wind still catching at the edges of the cloak. It's a little less easy to keep not naming things when it feels so lovely to be told someone wants to see him all in gold. (Maybe that's a normal friend thing to say here in Midgard. It feels a bit more twisting and pleasant in his gut.)
But clearly back to easy when there's smooth silks and intricate embroidery to examine. Loki isn't well known for his immense respect for... well, anything, but he's certainly minding his manners now, bending over the box to examine the clothing without beginning to paw or prod.]
...it's quite elegant.
[Less respectful is the clear surprise that Lin Lie owns something elegant, but there's only so much restraint Loki can have at any given time.]
That's why I've said 'many of those' and not 'none.'
[ Lin Lie knows that gender—and even species—is a flexible thing for Loki and that he, obviously, is very adept at magic, so it doesn't surprise him that the god would like to go by "witch" instead of "wizard" like Dr. Strange. It is frankly not a big deal for him, so his voice is calm and unassuming, simply accepting what the other has said, but he now wonders if it's more relevant for Loki or considered unusual in Asgard.
He catches from the corner of his eyes the fringes of the cloak still moving with an unnatural breeze, and he throws a pleased and amused look at the other man. When he sits on the bed next to the box and Loki, he's careful with the cloak as to not crumple it or let the edges brush against the floor. He's pleased to see that Loki seems to take the same kind of care with the offered clothes, because this, too, is him sharing a very personal part of his culture. The jab at his fashion taste is less appreciated but more expected, and it only makes Lin Lie reach out and playfully bat at Loki's arm. ]
Jerk. I am not allergic to wearing nice things! And this... [ Lin Lie's finger gently runs over the back of the jacket, tracing the face of the lion there. ] My nai nai hand-sewed it; it took her some time, but she managed to finish in time for the Spring Festival. Oh, 'nai nai' means grandmother, more exactly, my father's mother.
[ He doesn't have a mother or any family from that side, so the distinction is needed. It's been enough time that the fact doesn't hurt Lin Lie as much as it once did, but it also makes his father's and brother's absence all the worse. But that doesn't matter now; he's having a good time, and he's going to nudge the box closer to Loki. ]
If this doesn't offend your sensibilities, then do you want to try it or not? I can turn around.
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[It's nice, not having to explain the fluidity of his existence, but even nicer to have such easy acknowledgement as a witch. Something a bit pleased stays flickering in the back of Loki's eyes, even as they soften through the story of the clothing.]
She's quite the talent. [Delicately, he moves closer, smoothing carefully along a hem.] Incredible stitchwork.
[There's a very genuine depth to the compliment, real appreciation in the light examination he's giving the clothes. He's seen incredibly competent workmanship over the centuries--and he's done quite a bit of stitchwork himself, between fussing through his own clothing and fixing up battle wounds. This clearly commands his genuine respect.
His hands stay respectful as he gently lifts out the pants and changshan to set neatly on the bed. His tone is back to teasing as he (once again) begins peeling out of his armor.] Oh, darling, you know I prefer an audience.
[Or, in a real way, absolutely did not care if Lin Lie did or didn't look.]
I can't code when I'm sleep deprived, sob. But aah thank you, your Loki is fantastic too ♥
[ Now that this has been brought up, Line Lie wonders if he's been addressing Loki incorrectly all this time. The problem is that pronouns in his first language compared to English are very different, both in terms of formality level and definition. ]
Hey, I mean to ask. Would you be more comfortable if I used 'they' to address you? I'm having some trouble with the English translation of the usual pronoums since I think of things first in my native language.
In Mandarin, the third-person pronouns are gendered in both singular and plural, but the masculine and feminine variants sound identical. We just use different characters when writing them down. So the only technically correct way to refer to someone as gender neutral in Mandarin is when speaking.
It gets even more complex when I am using Mandarin while written in Traditional Chinese, like they do in K'un Lun, because while all human pronouns are once again gendered, a third is used for holy beings. Which vary from a general idea of 'god' to a general usage for any supernatural divine creature, and then there are non-human pronouns, classified by animacy, while all are pronounced exactly the same. And you are a god, so...
[ Okay, Lin Lie realizes a second too late that he's yapping. Honestly, he could talk for hours about linguistics and history; that's what happens when you have a scholar with no outlet because he's no longer in college. ]
Sorry, that was probably too much.
[ Embarrassing. He would not be surprised if Loki called him a nerd. But the god seems busy admiring his nai nai, and the view makes Lin Lie feel all warm inside for some reason. He knows Loki wouldn't praise someone or something just for the sake of giving a good impression, so he must mean it. ]
She would have been proud to know someone enjoyed her handiwork. Just like she would love you enjoying it.
[ He's tempted to grin at Loki and lie back to enjoy the spectacle, but in the end he only does the former. ]
I'll just help you adjust it if needed; wrapping the waist ornament so it doesn't slip down can be quite tricky.
[ He doesn't openly stare when Loki changes into the clothes, but he also does not not stare, appreciating the way the silk clings to the other man's frame. The jacket might be a bit loose due to their shoulder difference, but it all will look good on Loki all the same. Gold truly can be his color. ]
lmao same; the struggle is so real!! also just always so pleased with these two being dorks :')
[It's an interesting start to a question as Loki sheds his outer layers, head cocked just slightly as he manages the buckles and straps. It's certainly less confused than many other questions have been, a soft sensation like being understood curling against his mind.
It's just that it goes from a question to an explanation to, by the time Loki's stripped down to the waist, apparently a short dissertation on linguistics. It's very nerdy. It's a bit charming. It's probably too much, but it crooks a smile sideways into Loki's lips.]
You really have a pronoun for gods? [That's not the point. Before the next lecture can derail them, the Asgardian briefly holds up one finger.] Any are fine, for what it's worth. [There will come a time when 'they' feels the most right most often. There were versions of himself he'd crossed brief paths with, thriving in that place in their lives. For now, however...] My mother calls me her son, so.
[So the words usually turned out 'he' and 'prince' and 'brother.' They fit well enough, when they came more or less from that all-important source.
Switching out trousers is a quick business, not much more than a quick flash of long bare legs before the structed Asgardian garment is replaced with the softer fall of the Midgardian set. There's more of a pause with the pendant, Loki's head tilting to one side before simply shifting closer so that Lin Lie will help him as he starts working carefully into the changshan.]
Yes and yes, I love these two. And sorry for the delay!
We do. 'He' when referring to a God is pronounced tā.
[ And he will leave it at that, well aware that poor Loki doesn't need a second 5-minute speech about Mandarin. The linguistic explanation gets a little out of hand, but Lin Lie was sincere in his want to know how better to address Loki to make him comfortable, so having any type of answer is good. ]
Okay, then I'll use male pronouns. Just let me know if that changes. [ The smile on Lin Lie's lips reinforces the idea that he will have zero problems with Loki's preferences, now or in the future. His gaze goes down to the other man's fair legs, appreciating their length, before he catches himself and looks away.
As Loki puts on the changshan, Lin Lie reaches out after that wordless request to unfasten the cords of the belt. He has to briefly circle and put his arms around Loki's waist so he can grab the other end of the belt, and for a moment, he's pretty close to the man's hip and very much unaware of said closeness, eyes down and focused on the pendant and tassels. The quickness with which he manages to weave the cord of the belt into an elaborate shape shows how familiar he is with this type of knot, even though his hands shake slightly. ]
[There will be time for more lectures. There will be time for the questions that Loki's native curiosity is kicking up and clamoring for answers to. For now, it's probably more important to finish getting dressed.
Also important to mark, with the weight of genuine appreciation, the kindness of the offer.] I will. [Wait for it.] ...thank you.
[Acceptance and understanding are actually nicer than the sensation of eyes and hands on him--and those are incredibly, incredibly nice. Certainly quite nice to have even the glancing touches of standing too close and being helped into a belt.
The fit of the changshan clearly isn't exactly right, if closer than Loki would have guessed. There won't be any magical alterations, although there will be a few moments of letting his fingers simply continue to delicately explore the quality of the fabric and stitchwork as things settle into place.
One cool hand rests lightly on Lin Lie's arm as Loki twists and turns slightly, trying to catch both sides of the outfit.]
[ Lin Lie would be more than willing to both chat and answer Loki's curious questions once they happen; he's always found seeking and sharing all sorts of knowledge—even if it comes peppered with occasional teasing comments—to be one of the best things you can do with other people. He's fairly surprised at how relaxed and natural his conversations with Loki have turned out, to the point they're plain dress-up.
He's even more taken aback by the gratitude in the god's voice, to the point it leaves Lin Lie looking up at him, blinking quickly before his brain processes the miracle. ]
Oh, of course. [ Rubbing the back of his head, he gives the other man a coy smile, his voice soft. ] Anytime, Loki.
[ Not only is Loki saying that noteworthy, but Lin Lie is also not used to being thanked much for anything, so he doesn't expect it. He's glad, though, that he's managed to make Loki comfortable.
Once the belt is ready and the changshan's fabric is falling down Loki's front and legs, he reaches out to tug at some of the fabric on the side, helping to smooth the possible wrinkles. Lin Lie gets a good look at Loki once the god turns to face him completely, and brown eyes gaze up and down, admiring the way the clothes cling to his frame. It is not a perfect fit but close enough that it makes for a striking view all the same.
Lin Lie knows that Loki could magically adjust it to his body, but when that doesn't happen, part of him is very grateful that his grandmother's hard work remains unaltered. ]
Yes. [ Loki's palm resting on his shoulder is a nice weight, and he doesn't mind it. In fact, Lin Lie's own reaches up to gently give Loki's hip a squeeze. ] It might not be your exact size, but you're glowing. Now I know what to get you for Christmas.
[Casual contact is such a wonderful thing. The small brushing touches of pulling one another into clothing were all well and good, but this stray reaching for one another without need is properly lovely.
Still, after a moment, Loki can force himself to let his own hand flit away again, reaching for the jacket to shrug into.]
"Glowing?" [There's a hint of amusement in his voice, perhaps. Mostly there's only the pleased little perk of soaking up compliments.] What does that even mean?
[He knows how it makes him feel, certainly, which is more than enough to feel pleased.]
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But the very slick shoulder-tap, arm-touch, hand-kiss maneuver? Actual advanced nonsense that gets a startled blink from the Asgardian, body briefly caught still and fingers tensing slightly against the threat of his hand being dropped before he's properly processed things.
His tongue clicks before overly long, attention flitting from being caught on their hands to studying the final effect of the outfit.]
...not awful. [Very good. Very handsome.] Keep that one, hm?
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Dark brown eyes look up at Loki through long, dark lashes, and Lien Lie is still bowing, and it. It would be a lie to say he's not a little pleased by being able to catch Loki by surprise. He gently lets go of Loki's hand a moment later, straightening and waiting for the final verdict. Loki's generosity is something he didn't see coming, and for a moment he thinks he must have heard him wrong. ]
W-what do you mean, 'keep that one'? This suit alone probably cost more than my whole wardrobe, and it's yours.
[ Looking down, one of Lin Lie's hands goes to the front of the suit, fingers moving up to brush over the lapels and scarf. Barring some traditional clothing in the past, this is one of the nicest clothes he's ever put on; that is true. It's also very Loki-like, and it will always remind him of the god as well. ]
I can't possibly take it from you like that. Not without giving something back; it doesn't seem fair.
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[He straightens properly, giving one hand a quick upward sweep. The illusion isn't instant, something like a shimmer running from shoes up to shoulders, his actual neat Asgardian clothes seeming to turn into an exact replica of the suit Lin Lie (well, not an exact replica, because someone couldn't help but add a pop of gold at the cuffs and collar). His hand drops, and the illusion does as well.]
But this-- [The next bundle of cloth being tugged from the bag isn't green or gold, but the amorphous black fabric certainly looks luxe.] --you can't have. Because I did steal it. From Thor.
[Look, the shoulder issue is clearly real and he was right to do this. Support Loki's wrongs.]
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He eyes Loki with some unease, less because of the means in which the clothes might have ended in the god's position and more because he's torn between finding this a nice gesture and hating that it feels a little like charity. In the end, the 'nice gesture' idea wins over. It helps that Loki is nonchalant about giving the clothes away while showing off his magic. Lin Lie looks at the matching suits—plus the nice, extra gold accents—and then acquiesces. ]
Alright, you've made your point. But if you change your mind and want them back, just let me know. Thank you for the gift.
[ He's going to delicately run his fingers over the scarf or the jacket's sides and smile a little to himself, because it really feels so nice to the touch. Brown eyes stare at the black bundle, unsure of what sort of clothes they are but not missing the high-end fabric and probably state-of-the-art design. ]
Since Thor is going to get his clothes back, let's say you borrowed them. It is not stealing if you don't keep them... Technically.
[ It's all about the technicalities, sometimes. Even if it's for Lin Lie's peace of mind. He's not sure if it's right to wear something that belongs to one of Earth's mighty heroes, so he's not going to think about it too hard and be Loki's doll for a bit in exchange for the green suit. Which he is going to start taking off now, first placing the jacket on the back of a nearby chair to avoid creases. ]
What is that, exactly?
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It's also probably a good conclusion to simply not respond to that technicality. After all, who knew? He might well return his brother's clothes when he got home again. Anything was possible--including, more often than not, Loki surprising even himself.]
I don't know if there's a word for it, here.
[True, as he shakes the actual pieces apart, the heavy black fabric resolves into what is clearly a cowl-necked cloak. The lighter fabric shaken out from within it is definitely a long, loose tunic, dyed a deep regal blue, with trim pants of a similar material and golden cloth belt to bind it all together.]
They're formal. But... house-formal. When you don't expect to be attacked at any moment, so you can be-- more comfortable.
[Rarely used, if the way every Asgardian tended to wear some level of armor at any moment of any day was any indication. (But that would have been a bridge too far. Even Thor's old armor, too small and sitting idle, wasn't for stealing and lending out.)]
Do you know what I mean? [Whether there was a good word for it here or not, it's up for offer for in Loki's hands now.]
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Hm.
[ Now that he can take a good look at the garments, he can't help but admire the craftsmanship. His eyes light up in something resembling recognition, even though he's aware that these are typical Asgardian robes. ]
I do. We have similar clothes in my country; the cuts aren't an exact copy, and the fabrics might be different, of course, but it's interesting how these resemble ancient Chinese clothing. Similar to our Hanfu or Qizhuan. Perhaps our cultures aren't so different after all.
[ Sadly, Lin Lie has grown used to being attacked pretty much at any random time of the day or night, because that has been the pattern (or lack of it) of Chiyou's demons coming after him, but he sees Loki's point regardless. ]
I think I have an idea of how to put these on by myself. Let me try and see, then you can correct me if I get it wrong.
[ Enthusiasm aside, he's still going to be careful while handling these. He takes off the previous set of clothes, which means that for a moment he's simply standing in his underwear as he holds up the loose tunic. He's going to take a few seconds to admire the blue coloring of the tunic before putting it aside to grab the pants and put them on. They're actually a bit baggy on him this time; his waist is smaller than Thor's. ]
I feel like you should try some of my clothes too; [ Lin Lie jokes as he slides the tunic over his shoulders. ] They might not be as nice as yours, but don't underestimate the power of being comfortable.
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I do believe in you to manage this.
[He believes in himself a little less not to let his attention linger briefly on Lin Lie as the man studies the clothing. Surely it's not staring in a rude way if he's been told that there might be difficulty in getting into clothing. Surely it's just polite hovering in case something goes wrong and needs intervention, or if he's guessed wrong and somehow these shoulders are even bigger than Thor's. (They aren't, obviously, but they are very nice to look at.)
What truly keeps something soft at the corners of Loki's lips is a combination of the clear care with which Lin Lie treats the clothing and the quiet heart-tug of having things so clearly from home inhabiting a space far away from it. A Midgardian suit in Midgard, even his own? Nothing remarkable. Proper Asgardian garb in Midgard, even his brother's? Lovely; nostalgic, despite the fact he'd only barely just left the realm to come here.
He clears his throat thoughtlessly, doing his best to wander back into something wry and detached.]
I've seen your sweaters, you know.
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Loki's words would have seemed more sarcastic without that little satisfied glimpse in the man's smile, so Lin Lie can't even be mad. He also misses most of the staring, attention focused on not accidentally ripping anything. ]
See, not being a prince myself means I never had valets, so I had to learn how to dress up the boring way. On my own. I became quite skilled at it. That said, this thing doesn't seem to want to stay on.
[ The gold belt is pretty, but it seems determined to ride low on his hips, like the most refined-looking belly chain, even if it's actual cloth. One of Lin Lie's hands is holding the fabric at the front, and maybe it's because it's so silk-soft that it keeps slipping or that he just doesn't know how to tie it up. ]
A little help? Please, Loki. [ The last two words come out in a lower voice, a bit more breathy. He hadn't forgotten their previous conversation when Loki mentioned that being wanted was half the fun. Hearing someone's bed probably was the other half. ]
You've seen them, and they're soft and cozy, yes. [ Detached Sarcasm? He doesn't know her. ]Just because I don't wear them often, it doesn't mean I don't also have some nice clothes. I have a changshan that would look good on you. I'll fetch it after this. It's white and gold, since I mostly wear it for the Spring Festival.
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Of course, my lord.
[There's no resorting to magic this time. Loki moves in to fit the belt by hand, fingers deft and nimble in tucking the fabric in on itself, shrinking the fabric practically until the sash fits properly, fingers linger just for a heartbeat in satisfaction.]
Gold does suit me.
[So that's not a no on a full costume trade.]
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He's still studying Loki's face and body language for any signs that he might have appreciated the begging or found it ridiculous, and he concludes that it perhaps has been a bit of both. Good enough for him, especially when Loki answers. ]
Who would have thought that all I needed to do for you to be this sweet to me was to ask nicely?
[ There's something in Lin Lie's tone that makes it clear he will remember it for the future. And then Loki steps closer and gets all over his space, and Lie decides to shut up. He knows Loki is only making sure that the clothes fit right, but they've rarely been this close before, and he thinks he could even count Loki's eyelashes if he tried hard enough. He gets a bit distracted by them and by the curve of Loki's cheekbone that he doesn't seem to notice, or really mind, Loki's hands staying on him longer than expected. ]
That it does. But then, it doesn't take you a lot to look good.
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[In some ways, Loki has to admit that it's a fair assessment. Helping someone dress isn't exactly his usual brand, particularly this far from home. But it probably isn't exactly sweet, now that the belt is neatly set, to catch lightly at the tunic's collar and briefly lean closer to Lin Lie's ear.]
Because I wouldn't have called that "asking nicely."
[There was saying "please," after all, and there was dropping one's voice into a breathier pitch while asking something, having previously established... well, a number of kinks, truth be told.
One light pat to smooth the collar back into place, and Loki turns away to take up and shake out the cloak. Lin Lie will almost certainly be able to manage it himself, but there's no harm in shaking out any almost-wrinkles.] I've been told it takes me nothing to look good, actually.
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[ Mei Min and a few other friends are the exceptions, but almost everyone who gets this close, especially men, does so to fight him or to remind him he's not worthy of the Iron Fist title. This is very much an improvement.
Lin Lie has been looking down, eyes half-lidded as he watched Loki adjust the belt with deft fingers that might as well belong to a musician. Part of the reason is that he wanted to make sure he learned how to properly tie the belt, and another big part is that he just enjoys watching Loki's hands. He's forgotten that the tongue is so much more dangerous.
He gasps softly, his body shivering as Loki's hot breath brushes against the shell of his ear when he speaks. That is more closeness than expected, and it does things to Lin Lie because the first thought that comes to mind after Loki's rebuttal is 'I can do better next time.'
And why would there ever be a next time??? He's too busy gathering his thoughts and trying not to blush to actually answer with anything witty in return He's still a bit numb as Loki fixes his collar and turns around, but the man's last words shake him from his stupor. ]
Well, lucky you. I guess it's the opposite with me; I might just look better without wearing anything at all.
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Perhaps that's why Loki doesn't bother stifling his pleased laugh as he turns back to Lin Lie, eyes wrinkled at the corners and lips twisted into his crooked version of a pleased smile.]
Is that what you'd like to try on next?
[It's nice, having the outlet of easy flirtation. It's even nicer, having someone to spend this sort of idle, unimportant time with, like the universe wouldn't fall apart if they were allowed the space to breathe. It's nicest, feeling this readily trusted in someone else's personal space.
Lin Lie could absolutely manage the cowl cloak. Loki moves to help him into it anyway, just to continue enjoying the warm sensation of proximity.]
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Sorry, I don't start to get naked until at least the second date. My baba raised no hoe.
Despite the occasional embarrassing moment arising, Lin Lie would agree that it's nice to just test the water and be a bit silly and flirty. He's never had many chances to do such a thing, and he could use some practice. Somehow Loki makes it feel natural. But they still have an outfit to finish putting together, and he reaches out for the cowl cloak, adjusting it with some of Loki's help.
This is kind of fun. [ He tugs at the corner of the cowl, adjusting it, and then swaying his shoulders to make the cloak more. ] I look a bit like a witch; I like it. It's a pity that the Iron Fist suits does not have a cape, but it would get in the way of moving during fights.
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Also, in a small way, seeing Lin Lie in this familiar fashion context is an absolute treat as well. It all feels a bit... closer knit, in a way that seems to settle something he doesn't have a name for.
The next laugh is a bit more amused, mostly on the inhale.]
This is what your witches look like? [Thoughtlessly, one hand traces a little circle in the air, and a small magical breeze briefly kicks up the cloak, floating it dramatically in support of Lin Lie's fluttering of it.] Thor will be furious to hear.
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Ehhh...sometimes. Especially in myth or in movies. In real life, I haven't met many of those.
[ He lets out a delighted laugh when Loki uses his magic to make the cloak wave in the magic wind, and it's a bit close to an actual giggle. He couldn't help himself even if he's aware that it might seem a bit too childish. He's in a rare good mood, so he's going to enjoy all this and not think too hard about it. ]
Thor isn't here, so what he doesn't know can't hurt him. [ Lin Lie's not going to seek out the Thunder God to tell him. He's got better things to do, and those include reaching out to tug at the front of Loki's clothes. ]
Come on now, come to my room. I'll fetch the changshan I told you about, and you can try it on. I want to see you all in gold.
[ If Loki follows and doesn't mind waiting a few minutes as Lin Lie rummages inside his wardrobe, he will see the younger man pull out a red and gold decorated box. The box is covered in satin fabric and the gold decor is embroidered, and Lin Lie is careful when he handles it and places the box on his bed. It's obviously important. ]
There it is, feel free to have a look.
[ Inside the box, the outfit Loki will see is: a pair of brown pants with cloud-like patterns embroidered in gold, a silk changshan in white with a gold rim that tapers at the waist and then falls on the front, and a bolero jacket with a depiction of a guardian lion in a darker yellow color on the back of it. There's also a traditional ornamental waist pendant that functions as a belt, a red rope with a jade circle and tassels, a symbol of spiritual protection. It's very striking but the color harmonize.
Lin Lie hasn't worn these clothes since he was eighteen, so there's a chance they might fit Loki more or less well. ]
we've all been there!
You've met me.
[And, admittedly, Loki did wear clothes very much like his brother's. That nevertheless hardly made the look scream 'witch.' Just... something else. Something a bit cozy around the edges that didn't bear naming.
It's easy enough to drift along behind Lin Lie to the bedroom, idle flutters of wind still catching at the edges of the cloak. It's a little less easy to keep not naming things when it feels so lovely to be told someone wants to see him all in gold. (Maybe that's a normal friend thing to say here in Midgard. It feels a bit more twisting and pleasant in his gut.)
But clearly back to easy when there's smooth silks and intricate embroidery to examine. Loki isn't well known for his immense respect for... well, anything, but he's certainly minding his manners now, bending over the box to examine the clothing without beginning to paw or prod.]
...it's quite elegant.
[Less respectful is the clear surprise that Lin Lie owns something elegant, but there's only so much restraint Loki can have at any given time.]
Thank you for understanding o7
[ Lin Lie knows that gender—and even species—is a flexible thing for Loki and that he, obviously, is very adept at magic, so it doesn't surprise him that the god would like to go by "witch" instead of "wizard" like Dr. Strange. It is frankly not a big deal for him, so his voice is calm and unassuming, simply accepting what the other has said, but he now wonders if it's more relevant for Loki or considered unusual in Asgard.
He catches from the corner of his eyes the fringes of the cloak still moving with an unnatural breeze, and he throws a pleased and amused look at the other man. When he sits on the bed next to the box and Loki, he's careful with the cloak as to not crumple it or let the edges brush against the floor. He's pleased to see that Loki seems to take the same kind of care with the offered clothes, because this, too, is him sharing a very personal part of his culture. The jab at his fashion taste is less appreciated but more expected, and it only makes Lin Lie reach out and playfully bat at Loki's arm. ]
Jerk. I am not allergic to wearing nice things! And this... [ Lin Lie's finger gently runs over the back of the jacket, tracing the face of the lion there. ] My nai nai hand-sewed it; it took her some time, but she managed to finish in time for the Spring Festival. Oh, 'nai nai' means grandmother, more exactly, my father's mother.
[ He doesn't have a mother or any family from that side, so the distinction is needed. It's been enough time that the fact doesn't hurt Lin Lie as much as it once did, but it also makes his father's and brother's absence all the worse. But that doesn't matter now; he's having a good time, and he's going to nudge the box closer to Loki. ]
If this doesn't offend your sensibilities, then do you want to try it or not? I can turn around.
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She's quite the talent. [Delicately, he moves closer, smoothing carefully along a hem.] Incredible stitchwork.
[There's a very genuine depth to the compliment, real appreciation in the light examination he's giving the clothes. He's seen incredibly competent workmanship over the centuries--and he's done quite a bit of stitchwork himself, between fussing through his own clothing and fixing up battle wounds. This clearly commands his genuine respect.
His hands stay respectful as he gently lifts out the pants and changshan to set neatly on the bed. His tone is back to teasing as he (once again) begins peeling out of his armor.] Oh, darling, you know I prefer an audience.
[Or, in a real way, absolutely did not care if Lin Lie did or didn't look.]
I can't code when I'm sleep deprived, sob. But aah thank you, your Loki is fantastic too ♥
Hey, I mean to ask. Would you be more comfortable if I used 'they' to address you? I'm having some trouble with the English translation of the usual pronoums since I think of things first in my native language.
In Mandarin, the third-person pronouns are gendered in both singular and plural, but the masculine and feminine variants sound identical. We just use different characters when writing them down. So the only technically correct way to refer to someone as gender neutral in Mandarin is when speaking.
It gets even more complex when I am using Mandarin while written in Traditional Chinese, like they do in K'un Lun, because while all human pronouns are once again gendered, a third is used for holy beings. Which vary from a general idea of 'god' to a general usage for any supernatural divine creature, and then there are non-human pronouns, classified by animacy, while all are pronounced exactly the same. And you are a god, so...
[ Okay, Lin Lie realizes a second too late that he's yapping. Honestly, he could talk for hours about linguistics and history; that's what happens when you have a scholar with no outlet because he's no longer in college. ]
Sorry, that was probably too much.
[ Embarrassing. He would not be surprised if Loki called him a nerd. But the god seems busy admiring his nai nai, and the view makes Lin Lie feel all warm inside for some reason. He knows Loki wouldn't praise someone or something just for the sake of giving a good impression, so he must mean it. ]
She would have been proud to know someone enjoyed her handiwork. Just like she would love you enjoying it.
[ He's tempted to grin at Loki and lie back to enjoy the spectacle, but in the end he only does the former. ]
I'll just help you adjust it if needed; wrapping the waist ornament so it doesn't slip down can be quite tricky.
[ He doesn't openly stare when Loki changes into the clothes, but he also does not not stare, appreciating the way the silk clings to the other man's frame. The jacket might be a bit loose due to their shoulder difference, but it all will look good on Loki all the same. Gold truly can be his color. ]
lmao same; the struggle is so real!! also just always so pleased with these two being dorks :')
It's just that it goes from a question to an explanation to, by the time Loki's stripped down to the waist, apparently a short dissertation on linguistics. It's very nerdy. It's a bit charming. It's probably too much, but it crooks a smile sideways into Loki's lips.]
You really have a pronoun for gods? [That's not the point. Before the next lecture can derail them, the Asgardian briefly holds up one finger.] Any are fine, for what it's worth. [There will come a time when 'they' feels the most right most often. There were versions of himself he'd crossed brief paths with, thriving in that place in their lives. For now, however...] My mother calls me her son, so.
[So the words usually turned out 'he' and 'prince' and 'brother.' They fit well enough, when they came more or less from that all-important source.
Switching out trousers is a quick business, not much more than a quick flash of long bare legs before the structed Asgardian garment is replaced with the softer fall of the Midgardian set. There's more of a pause with the pendant, Loki's head tilting to one side before simply shifting closer so that Lin Lie will help him as he starts working carefully into the changshan.]
Yes and yes, I love these two. And sorry for the delay!
[ And he will leave it at that, well aware that poor Loki doesn't need a second 5-minute speech about Mandarin. The linguistic explanation gets a little out of hand, but Lin Lie was sincere in his want to know how better to address Loki to make him comfortable, so having any type of answer is good. ]
Okay, then I'll use male pronouns. Just let me know if that changes. [ The smile on Lin Lie's lips reinforces the idea that he will have zero problems with Loki's preferences, now or in the future. His gaze goes down to the other man's fair legs, appreciating their length, before he catches himself and looks away.
As Loki puts on the changshan, Lin Lie reaches out after that wordless request to unfasten the cords of the belt. He has to briefly circle and put his arms around Loki's waist so he can grab the other end of the belt, and for a moment, he's pretty close to the man's hip and very much unaware of said closeness, eyes down and focused on the pendant and tassels. The quickness with which he manages to weave the cord of the belt into an elaborate shape shows how familiar he is with this type of knot, even though his hands shake slightly. ]
never rush never worries! <3
Also important to mark, with the weight of genuine appreciation, the kindness of the offer.] I will. [Wait for it.] ...thank you.
[Acceptance and understanding are actually nicer than the sensation of eyes and hands on him--and those are incredibly, incredibly nice. Certainly quite nice to have even the glancing touches of standing too close and being helped into a belt.
The fit of the changshan clearly isn't exactly right, if closer than Loki would have guessed. There won't be any magical alterations, although there will be a few moments of letting his fingers simply continue to delicately explore the quality of the fabric and stitchwork as things settle into place.
One cool hand rests lightly on Lin Lie's arm as Loki twists and turns slightly, trying to catch both sides of the outfit.]
This is right?
Thank you so much, sweethear 💕
He's even more taken aback by the gratitude in the god's voice, to the point it leaves Lin Lie looking up at him, blinking quickly before his brain processes the miracle. ]
Oh, of course. [ Rubbing the back of his head, he gives the other man a coy smile, his voice soft. ] Anytime, Loki.
[ Not only is Loki saying that noteworthy, but Lin Lie is also not used to being thanked much for anything, so he doesn't expect it. He's glad, though, that he's managed to make Loki comfortable.
Once the belt is ready and the changshan's fabric is falling down Loki's front and legs, he reaches out to tug at some of the fabric on the side, helping to smooth the possible wrinkles. Lin Lie gets a good look at Loki once the god turns to face him completely, and brown eyes gaze up and down, admiring the way the clothes cling to his frame. It is not a perfect fit but close enough that it makes for a striking view all the same.
Lin Lie knows that Loki could magically adjust it to his body, but when that doesn't happen, part of him is very grateful that his grandmother's hard work remains unaltered. ]
Yes. [ Loki's palm resting on his shoulder is a nice weight, and he doesn't mind it. In fact, Lin Lie's own reaches up to gently give Loki's hip a squeeze. ] It might not be your exact size, but you're glowing. Now I know what to get you for Christmas.
(ˆ ³ ˆ)♥
Still, after a moment, Loki can force himself to let his own hand flit away again, reaching for the jacket to shrug into.]
"Glowing?" [There's a hint of amusement in his voice, perhaps. Mostly there's only the pleased little perk of soaking up compliments.] What does that even mean?
[He knows how it makes him feel, certainly, which is more than enough to feel pleased.]
aww♥
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omg I want those cake pops
there were so many cute ones to choose from!! people are so talented!!
Oh I beleive you!
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