CLOSED. BEARDS.

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CHARACTERS: Ahad & Loki (maybe others)
DATE: Backdated to last week.
WARNINGS: It got a little suggestive. Step lightly. It won't go past PG-13.
SUMMARY: Loki looks awful with stubble so Ahad decides to take one for the team and shave him.

[ first of all, he's not particularly adverse to the idea of shaving, just obligated to be defiant when the subject is broached. there were Asgardians who prided themselves in their grand growth of facial hair, decorating and braiding it to add flourish to their gruff faces. the show of boorish testosterone that Loki found exasperating was now all over his face.

being something-close-to-human was annoying for far too many reasons count, only keeping the title of annoying because if the thought went anywhere else it'd turn to infuriating (which it had on several occasions). the worst was not the loss of his abilities, but the dulling of his senses. there was an elaborate reality unfolding around him that he could get his fingers into, and he felt more like dried ink than the writer.

to keep himself from continuing his existence as a bruised fruit, he had gallivanted out into the jungle to find ways to use his wit to make the situation more doable. it was there that he had come upon the rusted bunker, and utilizing his thieving skills, picked the lock. it wasn't full of treasures by any means, but it was enough of a discovery to momentarily sate him. it's there he found the tool with a blade, and there Ahad's intent announced.

before Ahad arrives, Loki had taken it upon himself to try his hand at it. without awareness of just how squishy he really was, he manages to chip the side of his jaw (which bleeds entirely too much) and only scrape off the rough hairs around one of his cheeks.

everything is hard. ]