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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2014 1:13 pm
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Tony smiled, watching in amazement as Loki slowly changed before his eyes. He would always love watching the slow retreat of one color to the other, of lines that he had nearly memorized now slowly appearing or fading on his lover’s skin. Meeting Loki’s eyes, he shook his head slightly. “It’s unfair, you get to have the craziest green eyes ever, and the most beautiful red ones.” He said, hand coming up to cup Loki’s cheek, thumb rubbing his cheek bone for a moment before he went on to trace his fingers over the marks on Loki’s forehead, rubbing the base of his horns. Tilting his head, he gave Loki a curious look. “Do you mind it? When I ask you to be in one form or the other? Does it bother you at all?”
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2014 2:26 pm
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Tony smiled warmly at Loki’s response. It was what he’d hoped to hear. He knew Loki would say no if he didn’t want to change, and he had refused a few times, but it still had been a concern for Tony. “Good.” He said, pecking Loki’s lips. He wanted to tease that Loki was learning, but he didn’t Loki was still too sensitive about his Jotun form for Tony to risk upsetting him. Hands skimming over Loki’s torso, he finally wrapped him in his arms, pulling him flush against him, a pleasant chill going down his spine at the cold skin of his lover. Finding Loki’s pulse point, Tony kissed it softly a few times before he began to suck and bite at it, determined to leave a mark there, keeping Loki trapped close to him. ‘My beautiful mate.’ He murmured over the bond, letting his possessiveness come with the words, eager to remind the god of his claim.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2014 8:08 pm
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Tony drifted off fairly quickly after he’d settled. For a while he slept soundly, but in the early morning hours, his dreams began to change, becoming troubled. The anxiousness from the day before, the stress of moving into a house that still had so many bad memories, and the nerves that came with finally agreeing to eat one of the apples combined into the perfect mix to form nightmares. Memories of his father yelling at him, even hitting him, childhood fears of being alone and vulnerable mixed with memories of not being smart enough, fast enough, of not being able to create the machines he needed to save himself or save someone else. Muttering and shivering, he curled up into himself in his sleep.
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