OPEN.

[selfimage]

CHARACTERS: Loki & open!
DATE: January catch-all, including the party.
WARNINGS: There's some dirty implications and a naked Loki, so tread carefully.
SUMMARY: Celebration, pranks, fireworks, devious planning, milkshakes, drama, fuzzy handcuffs and casual invasions of privacy. The usual.

Loki doesn't have a routine. In fact, he does his best to defy all possibility of routine. There are days that he sleeps late, other days that he doesn't sleep at all, mingling in the library as if somehow the deepest hour will reveal hidden texts to him. There are midnight snacks in the kitchen, mischief to be had for those lucky few who come across him in his more disobedient moods, and diving into the recesses of the photo app recently added to the jewelcomm.

The new year came like the one before it, the celebration welcome as Loki stretched himself in what felt like a new beginning. Everything had changed, but in name only. Lucky that's where it counted. A few years ago he had a party for the Young Avengers, an attempt at an apology for exploiting their trust after pulling the strings that lead to a very sore confession. If he had stayed, they would most likely trust him again, even now. He hadn't stayed; he had left in favor of a new start.

"Happy New Year, Loki," he says with a hint of a smile, a mutter into his glass beneath the loud shrieks and pops of fireworks.

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[dailydouble]

[ Ahad is not unfamiliar with those who embody chaos. It wears on him sometimes, being the more 'orderly' god here. Nevertheless, for a moment they seem to understand each other, and that must be enough.

The kiss will be by no means short, in part because Ahad will share himself freely during it. ]

[selfimage]

[ it's about the kiss, but it's more about the connection. he sinks into Ahad as Ahad sinks into him, exchanging something without having to speak. it reminds him again that no matter how he can twist and use words as a weapon, that they are still used as a mortal tool.

there is relief mixed with quiet affection, reminding himself that there are some things that are not precarious. they are not so easily lost. ]