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[worldsaway]

"Poor timing. Leave your name so I can seek you out in future."

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[ikols]

You're going to talk yourself into a position you won't like and it won't be my fault.

[ Thor's current position, however, is as Loki's personal couch as she slumps into his side while her hair is being prettied. ]

[worldsaway]

I've never been in a position I don't like with you before.

[He visibly acknowledges the double entendre, but opts not to comment on it. When Loki relaxes, Thor starts to feel a little niggle of envy. He's going to miss having his hair braided like this, there's no telling how long it will be until it gets to that length again.

When he's satisfied with his braid, he reaches up to scritch his fingers over her scalp.]

[ikols]

[ Laughing, she leans in further and finds a home in the curve of his neck, her nose running over beard-scruff. Loki's arms wind around his middle when the hand in her hair turns her spine to marshmallow and she closes her eyes to better enjoy the embrace, his warmth and weight. It's reassuring in ways she hasn't experienced in almost a year. ]

Hearing that only makes me more adventurous.

[worldsaway]

[It's starting to becoming a little too intimate for Thor, but he relates it to the fact that the change of form is difficult to wrap his head around sometimes. He doesn't often associate Loki with being an attractive woman.

He gives her hair a tweak again, if only to remind both of them that they're brothers.]

More bold, you mean? [He won't drop it.]

[ikols]

[ Pity for Thor that pulling Loki's hair isn't the cheat-code to turn her back into a man. She merely grunts and raises her head to put them nose-to-nose, reaching around him to yank on his shorter hair in return. ]

How is it you've become more annoying than me?

[worldsaway]

Practice. [Thor says, and for the first time he actually does shy away. He looks at the floor, then back up to Loki.]

Thank you. [He doesn't elaborate, but he does move to squeeze her hand.]

[ikols]

[ When he gives thanks and squeezes her hand a free one comes up to touch his face; a cool, black-lipped kiss presses into his other warm cheek and Loki beams with a pleased smile, albeit not knowing what the gratitude is for. ]

Thank you. I would be lost without your friendship, truly.

[worldsaway]

My friendship? [Thor closes his eye when she presses a kiss to his cheek, then opens it to give her a curious look.]

All I do is moan at you.

[ikols]

Oh, I'm used to men moaning at me.

[ Her impish chuckle avoids answering Thor entirely and her hands fall into his, tugging him toward the spiral staircase that leads downstairs. ]

Dance with me?

[worldsaway]

You're determined to make me look like a fool.

[Thor is semi-reluctant, but he follows along when she leads him to the stairs.]

If it makes you happy, I will.

[ikols]

Hah!

[ Once they take their first step down, the music seems to grow in volume on their spiral descent into shadow and flashing lights. ]

You'll not get lost with only one eye, no fear. [ Sidling in close, Loki grins and speaks near his ear to be heard over the bass. ] I have no intention of letting you go.

[worldsaway]

I'm not afraid. [He argues, but he doesn't fight the contact when they're descending down the stairs. He's still getting used to his new perception, but he doesn't want Loki to think him weak.]

I'm not going anywhere. I came here to spend time with you, you fool.

[ikols]

[ If only Thor knew that Loki could never think him weak. Not even if he were Unworthy instead of simply ... Oh. She keeps his arm in hers and waves to the DJ, mouthing a name and title. And when the song starts, it does so noticeably: YOU CAN'T TOUCH THIS: HAMMERTIME!!

She clasps his hands and raises them up, laughing and dancing. ]

[worldsaway]

[At this point, the song is hauntingly familiar, particularly when it gets to the chorus. Thor pulls a face, because he knows damn well Loki was behind the song choice, but his reluctance begins to fade.

It is much, much easier to lose yourself in dancing than it is to dwell on the horrible thoughts that wait for an idle mind.]