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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2017 10:30 am
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Tony eyed Loki’s clothes at the suggesting of putting some of it away. There was some part of his brain that instantly rejected the idea as he touched one of the jackets he’d gotten the god. Logically he knew that it made sense. Loki wouldn’t be able to wear most of this, for a few months still, even if he wanted to. And some of the cold weather clothes were nearly pointless with Loki’s current form. But the idea made him uncomfortable. In the months that Loki had been gone, he’d never put away anything of the god’s. Never even picked up what he’d left, leaving books and papers and everything else where they’d been laying. Loki was here, Loki wasn’t leaving him again, but still, there was some fear in his mind, like if he put things away, Loki would vanish, along with everything that belong to him. That it would turn out that Loki hadn’t existed at all. Shaking his head, he beat back the anxiety that shot down his spine, almost mechanically starting to take down Loki’s winter clothes. “I’m fine….Just….my brain is trying to go all scrambled again.” He said, blinking a few times and rubbing his temple slightly as he tried to order his thoughts and focus again. “I….uh….they bring anything interesting back? I should’ve asked Thor to bring back some of that bread you had me try when we visited.” He pushed, trying to focus on what he was doing, hoping Loki’s voice would help a little.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2017 8:19 pm
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Tony could feel the sadness from Loki and he rubbed the back of his neck. Moving over to the god, he slid behind him, arms wrapping around him and placing a kiss in between his shoulder blades, trying to offer what comfort he could. “She’s keeping an eye on you the best that she can.” He whispered. “And you know, if there’s even a hint of something happening, she’ll beam right down into the middle of our living room if she has to, Queen or not.” Smiling to himself at the image, he spread his fingers over Loki’s belly, nuzzling at his back. “They’re okay, they’re healthy and happy, and kicking you to death from the inside….and I’m going to make sure you’re alright too. I promise.”
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