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In the process of styling Oswald’s hair to a more proper cut just like yesterday the female this time decided to waive the need to put the hair gel into the comb, deciding to put everything into her bare hands to use the combing technique with her fingers. It obviously caused that her skin and the gel reacts and it pretty much glued on her, but it’s nothing that can’t be washed down by water and soap. Hela soon noticed that styling with her fingers allowed more free area than the comb which caused her to smirk in realisation. But still the goddess remains careful with her movements, kneading the substance into the blackness without hurting Oswald’s head skin or accidently yanking his hair. But Hel noticed soon enough the way the shorter male stared into his reflection again, as if he is talking to himself again and again only to make him feel bad, reducing and decreasing his self, which caused the female to sigh deeply. Perhaps it might be the new clothes, or the usual self hatred about his appearance. “Os, I fear if you don’t stop complaining about yourself we have to sit together and I have to tell you 100 reasons why I like you together with heartly meant compliments, only to tell this dad and he will do the same to you. I can see it in your expression.”

But it was before she mentioned the sentence of the idea of dying Oswald’s hair and it was this gaze of curiousity that caused the teenager to smile again, raising a brow as soon as the former mobster turned around to her followed by a small grin. “I just don’t think so, I am pretty sure about this. A golden tone would fit you perfectly. If I would use a different hair styling on it, then you just would look ten times younger.” but in all honesty Hela planned something more different with this poor fella, nothing bad but something that might go over his style experience. “And it gives you an European touch with the blonde, like Swedish or German.. even Danish if you ask me. Which is good.. remember me and Dad are Scandinavians. Even if you look more like my second father with your black hair and the same green eyes it would be lovely if you would present the Northern spirit with your actual Slovenian roots. Worry not too much about it, we could use a semi permanent color so it’s easily to wash out for the beginning.”

Then the female raised her hands in sake to not soil the new hoodie with the hair gel as Hela leaned over to place her chin on top of Oswald’s shoulder so both stare at each other’s reflection. “He better schould unless I have to color his hair blonde as well.” she snickered darkly at the thought. “And since I have the feeling you don’t feel like doing this alone I will do the same.. not coloring my blonde but I once had a style I truly miss. Means, we both will return home and will shock Dad.. on a positive way of course.” For a second the goddess nuzzled her cheek against the male’s one before she leaned back to stand straight. “And if I would love to see you blonde I believe that he will love it too. He also went through a lot of optical change during a short amount of time. Who knows, perhaps he could do it as well if he sees us.”

Finishing the last strands on the backside of Oswald’s head the teenager quick went to the bathroom to wash the gel down from her fingers only to return and went to the door. “But now you better take a snack, dear. This will be your first time outside after your hellish sickness. I better prepare a stronger tea for this.” she told the gothamite in her excitement and hurry before she left the room only to exclaim a “Come on, Os” towards the shorter male to follow her downstairs to the kitchen.

He had to chuckle at that, ignoring the small scolding. “If I look so young, I will look like a minor!” But despite the joke, the human had to smile bashfully at the idea. His european roots were something that usually scaped his mind, he had been in Gotham for most of his life, after all. But aknowledging them, even if in such a small way... Maybe it would be a good way to start honoring his mother. She had been always proud of their roots, after all, never doubting a second to flare them in front of everyone who asked. “O-or I can always dye it black back, If I don’t like it... Right?”

The idea of a blonde Loki was a difficult one to grasp, but he tried to imagine it nonetheless... With little success. He was really curious about his optical changes though, so acostumed to always see the man with his slick long black hair. It was difficult to imagine him going through a changing phase.

As always, the alluring of food pulled him out of his reverie, and he nodded quickly, pushing himself up. He was still not the most stable person in the planet when walking, but is not as if his knees were the best before, so he surely could manage?

The gothamite wadled to the kitchen behind Hela, liking the idea better the more he tought about it. But it was a bit frightening too. He sat down, munching at a piece of fruit mindlessly. There seemed to be so much people angry with them... And sure, noone has tried to kill him, which was a bonus, but still, what if he caused mroe problems to Loki?

No, he couldn’t think like that, Hela would be very upset with such a trail of thoughs, and trapping himself inside the house forever was not an option. “S-so... which place did you had in mind? A-and what colour do you miss, i-If Imay ask?”

Changings// RP with notjustanumbrellaboy

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The Spine would hum softly to himself, as he walked around the kitchen, making sure that he had all of the supplies he needed to make one of his famous cups of hot chocolate. He could sense thatt the younger male was tired, and he didn’t blame him. It must be terribly exhausting to fall through a portal, and end up in a strange place, such as Walter Manor. Because even he, despite of being a resident there, knew how odd the place was, though it was normal to him.

Soon, he placed a mug in front of him, a thick, hot liquid inside. The chocolate was rich and smooth, as it had been made from real, melted chocolate and milk, including a dash of cream, to give it an even smoother texture. This was his secret, and that was why people in Walter Manor always asked him, when they were in need in a cup of hot chocolate.

Steam rose from the cup, as he placed it on the table, slowly pulling his hand back, a coil of steam hissing from his vents. He smiled calmly at the other, as he pulled out a chair and sat down next to him, resting his hands on the table in front of him “I do apologize, if me calling you Mister has made you feel uncomfortable.. I was merely being polite.. But if you prefer that I call you Oswald, then that is what I shall do..” He spoke in that deep, calm voice of his, a smile resting on those black lips.

He chuckled gently at his confusion “The games, I mean.. It’s more fun to join, than just watch.. But I gather you meant our musical rehersals, am I right? I’m sure that I can arrange for you to watch us reherse.. If you would want to, that is?” He questioned, tilting his head to the side a little.

The rich scent of the hot cocoa almost made him pass out in bliss, his eyes glacing over for a moment. He didn’t even notice the other male sitting down, and his words barely registered. Cold hands latched to the mug like it was a fireplace. It was so damn warm... He had to remind himself to softly blow the burning liquid before taking it to his lips.

And he had thought the smell was bliss! Oswald moaned at the sweet, thick taste hitting his tongue, and for a moment everything else flew his mind. “I-I didn’t know cocoa could taste so good...” His own voice struck him out of his reverie, and pale cheecks tinted pink again. The gothamite looked up with an apologetic smile at the musician. What was he saying again? Rattling his brain a bit for the answer, he recalled the girst of it, and the smile turned a bit more sincere, although he looked down awashedly, fissling with his mug.

“O-Oswald is fine... I think...” Not a lot of people called him that, if he had to be truthfull, either he was Cobblepot or penguin or umbrella boy, but it sounded good coming from someone besides his mother. Then the rest came to him. “oh... Oh! T-the games! Yes, that makes a lotmore sense, f-for a moment I thought you meant j-joining a rehearsal! T-that would get weird really fast.” He chuckled awkwardly, taking another sip to compose his thoughs, and he almost lost himself again instead. “The best chocolate, I swear...” He murmured. It was chasing away the remainings of the heavy cold that had settled in his bones, making him feel content and at ease, as much as he could in a strange place anyways. But that made his exhaustion even more noticeable, weary muscles slumping at the tension eebed out. “T-that sounds like fun... I-I think I would enjoy that...” Dman, his eyelids felt so heavy all of a sudden...

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“I know exactly where I am, good sir. Thank you for the concern though,” the Doctor mused as he continues to keep the woman subdue. “After all, it’s ironic, innit? You’re all afraid of this woman yet here I am, easily keeping her in check…”

He could tell the timelines were in his favor. This was something that needed to happen for him and also for the man standing next to him, afraid for his life. Without warning, the Doctor steps back and slams his heel down onto the armed man’s foot and, as he lets out a wail, has already dodged the bullet he would fire on reflex.

It buzzes between both the Time Lord and Other to embed in the wall to the right of them. The cat eyed alien hasn’t stopped in his motions though. In another blink, he headbutts the ‘bodyguard’ in the nose, breaking it, to ensure he would drop his weapon while securing the woman’s arms properly so she couldn’t grab it nor could she turn to bite him.

“Kinda like fighting off feral oomatas from New Venus,” he murmurs to himself before addressing the crowd. “Only as tough as those who protect you or should I say the money? But even that runs out, doesn’t it?”

Everything moves too fast at that moment, his acute survival incstincs, honed during years of being a street rat, the only thing that lets him know what’s happening and makes him duck under a table just in time to dodge a bullet. The sound of it embebing itself on the wall at the height his head was just moments before doesn’t help his nerves at all. There is no way this would end well, they are so tremendously and utterly fucked, and Oswald isn’t even sure how he has ended up in such a situation on the first place. His stupid mouth was going to kill him someday, and it looks like that day is today. 

He emerges from his shelter just enough to see the situation finish unfolding, quick eyes moving from body to body, assesing and calculating. Butch is out for the count, gripping his bleeding noise, and the other two tugs are too stunned to act as for miss Money... She is utterly trapped under the man’s grab, quiet as to not waste her energy, but still growling like the feral cat she is. 

So he has two options now: He can wait for the police to arrive, who will obviously let her and his minions go, and Oswald will be their way of getting out all their steam because he had tried to somehow defend the stranger, and what an awfull idea that had been. The umbrella boy is more than able to talk himself out of getting killed, but not even his tongue will shield him from the beating of his life.

Then there is the other option: Help the stranger. He had Fish Mooney subdued without even using a weapon, and had taken on Butch without hands, never showing the smallest amount of fear. SOmeone able to stand up against mobsters so easily... might have alot to teach, and probably be more openminded about teachng him if he went with this to the end.

So, taking a quick decision and with a stealthiness the meatheads always forgot he had, the gothamite creeped behind the two remained men and broke two bottles in their heads with all his might, to then make a run towards the nearest back exit, hinting at the blonde to follow him.

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It had been a deep dreamless slumber as soon as Oswald’s phone dares to ring like it wants to wake up the entire world! The God groans deeply, rolling himself on his back and covers both his eyes with the arms, lazily taking in deep breaths and mentally just desired to throw Oswald’s phone out of the window or kill Someone with that.. There’s always a way how to do so. The aesir can’t really clearly remember what happened or what he said today but the mobster seems unamused like never before. Hell he never believed his hold back emotions would do the same damage that having a hangover the next day. Loki just remembers Maroni, Oswald’s mother, that he passed out and woke up in Oswald’s arms holding him.. The rest, surely forgotten. Letting a stitch crossing the God’s head he yawns deeply before murmuring an “Alright..” and tortures himself to sit straight to the mattress, letting his feet touch the ground. Gods, the trickster feels like a board.. A blackouted board.

Stretching his arms and upper body Loki’s bones crack to every move he does, his gaze empty like the zombie he has been yesterday still. So Loki almost jumps from the bed, walking towards a window to open it, taking in the air of the city before Oswald’s words reach him finally. “Wait.. Hold on..” the taller man spoke, turning around and stares towards the Penguin with a confused gaze. “Explain? Before you send you hellish glares at me once again.. What have I done that I have to make alright?” it’s a serious question though even it’s sounding like sarcasm with Loki’s choice of words. He really has no clue why Oswald seems so pissed at him and this time even more hard than usual. Oh dear.. What a good start in a working day

Oswald’s jaw drops to the floor.”A-are you serious!?” He stares gobsmacked at his lover, not believing that he will have the gals to play innocent right now. But for once his confussion seems completely sincere. “...You are. O-oh, lord, you are totally serious.” Oswald sighs and sits in the bed, rubbing his face and glaring halfheartedly at the god between his fingers. but after a minute of that,he takes the smallest amountof pity in the god. “You got drunk.” He deadpans, and then lets his hands fall down, looking at the asgardian dead square in the eye. “And you kissedme in front of my mother.”

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While still standing with the back to Oswald when Hel is still busy finding some “going out” clothes for Oswald, the goddess listened to the male’s words and furrowed her brows a tad in confusion but then she couldn’t help but laugh silently. “You’re not causing anything bad with the money Oswald.” the black haired spoke more amused, reassuring the other though about his worries. Turning around to lay the chosen clothes upon the sheets Hela continues. “The only prize is the whole building, and not how many people live in here, sweetheart. So don’t worry about dad’s money.. And you don’t have to look for a job for this.” she snickered. “We have more than enough to live here for several years.” the female promised smiling, patted Oswald’s head that he shouldn’t fear about the financial stuff before turning around once again to let Oswald at least SOME of his privacy of being still naked. Even if Hel isn’t minding bare bodies, the former mobster might not feel comfortable.

Hela uses the minutes of Oswald’s absence to take care at least of her own looks to go outside. Already dressed in striped leggings, boots and a white simple shirt with a black thinner jacket it’s time for the make up. Hel isn’t really a fan of it but she sometimes does it just out of fun to change her appearance a bit even if she likes her natural style more.

It follows a dark red grape colored lipstick, porcelain pale power and some Black eye pencil while the female also makes herself a high lazy ponytail for her untamed black and curly hair. Placing some round sunglasses on top of her head the Queen feels ready but she still has to wait for the Gothamite to finally come out. Which soon happened. Accepting the clothes the goddess placed on the bed Hel soon approached the small man with a sighing smile, her verdant hues first take a examining glance upon Oswald’s wet hair before she lifts one hand slowly to adjust it a tad. Yes, they have to get styled again.

Then the following sentence made the teenager chuckle a tad, meeting the pair of paler green eyes as soon as Hel faces the black haired again, taking his both hands to a gentle, almost lightly hold. “You really don’t have to waste your own money.. Better keep it for accidents in worse times. Dad gave me enough that I could survive on my own so it shouldn’t be that bad that I can share it with somebody I like ~ You can get some of your own, but please not that much then, alright? ” Hel asks with a tilted head, smiling gently to Oswald. “ And hoodies fit you a lot.. I like that. ” she more murmured giggling, turning her head around to face the chair in the other corner where the girl took care of the smaller’s hair yesterday. “I prepare your hair again and then you better eat something before we leave. I don’t want that you swoon like a old lady because you are hungry with no energy.” the female joked grinning as she released one hand to lead Oswald over towards the place from yesterday evening, using the same method as well. Less gel, a lot of brushing.

“Hmm.. You know what I think?” Hel asks between then process, staring at Oswald through the reflection. “Blonde hair would look adorable on you. It’s just an idea since you mentioned you desire a change of yourself.” the teenager suggests smiling as she continues the process, brushing the raven black strands to the side that gives Oswald a more youthful touch since it looks a tad punk spiked. “It’s only an idea…”

There is something in the girl’s chuckles and smiles that always make him blush slightly in embarrasment. He bits his bottom lip, murmuring an ‘it would be unmannered of me to ket you pay for it...’. But the complain is barely audible, she is going to get her way whatever he says, so better go with the flow and slip out of sight to pay whenever he can at the stores. She is going to let him alone for purchasing undergarments and such... right?

He nods along her warnings, submissively sitting down to let her do her thing. The gothamite doesn’t feel that comfortable with hoodies, to be honest, it makes him feel like some scumbag trying to hide from the cops. And yeah, he IS an scumbag, but he has no need to hide anymore. 

Also, mama would be so horrified if he got used to dress so plainly...

But, in the middle of the stupor that people touching his hair always produces, something picks his curiosity. Clear eyes widen, and he turns around slightly to look at darker ones. “D-Do you really think so...?” The sugestion has goten him by surprise. Dying his hair was something that had never crossed his mind, not even when he was trying to lay low. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, trying to imagine it, but only sees a gaunty face. The dark hair and pale skin gives Loki and Hela a kind of aristocratic aura, but it only makes him look sickly and weak. Would a new hair colorhelp with that? And blonde... Blonde like his mother was... He had a flash of pale locks framing a loving smile. “... D-Do you... D-do you think Loki would be fine with that?”

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The situation was even too much for Hel to realize that she actually scared the bloody Hell out of Oswald and.. Maybe out of reflexes but her mind reacts as the goddess stands straight, her hands raised in innocence like she would say ‘It wasn’t me’. Note to herself, wake that poor thing up in a more gentle way. But anyway the Queen can’t help but giggle in amusement but still feels sorry for her wild affectionately actions. “I’m sorry, moonpie~” the female excuses herself, bowing her head a tad out of habit every time she apologizes before the kneeled down to Oswald’s eye level, not facing him yet. Hel grabs for a sheet to lay it across the other’s exposed lap since he’s still undressed. Green eyes first lay to the sweet sleepy face before paying attention to the wild haircut. “Oh that’s not a problem, hun. I can do it again for you, but first it would be better if you shower and dress yourself, okay? ~” the Black haired teenager suggested smiling, bending fore to lay a peck down to Oswald’s cheek before she raises herself, walking over towards the dresser to catch some clothes the shorter man could wear.

“Dad left in the morning already, saying he has to take care if financial situations and it will take some hours. ” Hel answered before glancing over her shoulder, grinning towards the former mobster. “You know you can’t pay an apartment just from air and love~ It’s very important and he has to do it every third month.”

Hel remembered Oswald’s words from yesterday, saying he wanted to try out something more colorful. But.. Geez. Loki isn’t even having colorful clothes unless those green shirts or vests. Until an idea crosses the girl’s mind. “Oz.. About your wish for new clothes.. Would you like to go out with me to town? Then you could pick some there on your own ~” it’s a good idea actually, catching fresh air again and there is a glimpse in Hel’s eyes that can promise that this brat has a plan! An mischievous plan. “Maybe also we can do with your appearance.”

The sweet gesture gets him everytime,and the gothamite smiles shyly but brightly, ducking his head to hide the faint blush on his cheeks. Hela is such a sweet and lovely kid, it’s difficult to feel gloomy around her.

His mood deflates a bit though at the reminder that of coursemaking a living in Gotham is not easy, and he worries his lower lip between his teeth. “I-I’m sorry for adding more expense to the house.” His yes lit up with decision, staring back at the girl. “B-but I’m sure I-I will be able to get a job to help once I’m better. I-I have alot of experience, after all.” Even if a good part of it hes far from proud of.

But of course such an ongoing lad is going to erase any sad atmosphere with ease, and he smiles again, standing up while trying to cover himself as best as possible, heading towards the bathroom because he is butt-naked in the presence of a lady and what lack of manners on his part! “T-that sounds like a great idea! I-I must admit I miss getting outside... I’ll be back in a moment!”

The mortal showers quickly, still too pained to be standing for too long, and dresses himself in comfy clothes, plain black trousers and a hoodie will do for now. Oswald gives Hela another one of his shy smiles when coming back, but there is a bit of his past mischievous one on it. “W-we would have to do a small stop first, I-If you don’t mind. I do have some money stored for emergencies.”

Changings// RP with notjustanumbrellaboy

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CHARACTER STRENGTHS && WEAKNESSES.

BOLD the ones that apply to your character ( ITALICS are applied but not known as strongly-they aren’t primarily what define him at first thought; STRIKES are either unknown to him or others; BOLD+ITALICS = highly applied ) :

STRENGTHS.

adaptable | adventurous | affectionate | ambitious | artistic | athletic | assertive | beautiful |brave| charming | clever | compassionate | confident | considerate | cooperative | courteous | creative | curious | decisive | dependable | determined | diplomatic | easy-going | enthusiastic | fair | fashionable | forgiving | friendly | fun-loving | funny | generous | gentle | hard-working | heroic | honest | hopeful | humble | imaginative | incorruptible | intelligent | intuitive | inventive | jocular | leader | lively | loving | loyal | merciful | musical | observant | open-minded | optimistic | organized | outgoing | passionate | patient | playful | polite | popular | practical | resourceful | self-assured | selfless | sensible | sincere | strong | studious | thoughtful | tough | versatile| warm-hearted | well-intentioned | wise | witty

WEAKNESSES.

absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | aimless | alcoholic | anxious | arrogant | audacious| bad liar | big-mouth | bigot | blindly obedient | blunt | callous | childish | chronic heroism | clingy | clumsy | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cowardly | cruel | cynical | delinquent | delusional | dependent | depressed | deranged | disloyal | ditzy | egotistical | envious | erratic | fickle | finicky | flaky | frail | fraudulent | guilt complex | gloomy | gluttonous | gossiper | gruff | gullible | hedonistic | humorless | hypochondriac | hypocritical | idealist | idiotic | ignorant | immature | impatient | incompetent | indecisive | insecure | insensitive | lazy | lewd | liar | lustful | manipulative |easily manipulated |  masochistic | meddlesome |melodramatic | wrath | money-loving | moody | naive | nervous | nosy | ornery |overprotective | overly sensitive | paranoid | passive-aggressive | perfectionist | pessimist | petty | power-hungry | proud | pushover | reckless| reclusive | remorseless | rigorous | sadistic | sarcastic | senile | selfish | selfless | self-martyr | shallow | sociopathic | sore loser | spineless | spiteful | spoiled | stubborn | tactless | temperamental | timid | tone-deaf | traitorous | unathletic | ungracious | unlucky | unsophisticated | untrustworthy | vain |withdrawn | workaholic

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It has been a different night to be honest. Even though Loki found deep and regaining sleep, his dreams has been different as well as his sleeping behavior. He got used to Oswald’s so much that his mind and body literally are screaming for his company to find the right rest and to be truly honest… That pillow wasn’t much of an help to replace the warm frame of the crime Lord. One time the aesir woke up in the middle of the night like he returns to live after a coma, gasping. He blacked out more than to call it falling asleep, his senses blurry and confused. Oswald isn’t there.. How could he it’s in the middle of the night!

And then it turns out even more harder to fall asleep, managing it after felt hundred positions and minutes. So he lays there like a curled kitten completely scattered along the mattress and sheets until the hours past once more and soon the afternoon will dawn.

The trickster wasn’t taking notice to the door that opened and footsteps enter, too deep right now the slumber. But then Loki felt something deep down in his unconsciousness that caused his spirits to awake a bit. It’s warm and familiar, even a little bit harsh. A long deep groan releases the Norse’s throat, stretching his head out to welcome the touch first before heavy green eyes try to open. The daylight aches but the God can manage it, his gaze now falls down towards Oswald who lays right now against his chest. Too late Loki registers the warning, barely can remember what happened last night but the tone of the smaller man promised that the aesir was in his element of causing mischief as always and he can’t help but smirk a little bit.

A lazy hand reached out towards the mobster’s face, the grip so weak that Loki barely could lift Oswald’s jaw as the asgardian wants to take a look to his lover. “You look so exhausted.. My poor thing..” the royal whispers silently, brushing with a cool thumb along the other’s cheek before pecking his forehead, pushing the small body closer against the tall man’s chest.

Loki’s leg hooks with the good one of Oswald, connecting himself with that as the God greets the clinging movement as well, one arm encloses the Gothamite’s body and lays little strokes over the back. He’s way too tired still to concentrate or focusing on anything else than Oswald, his eyes soon fall again while the trickster’s face snuggles into the other male’s hair. “Sleep…” was the last thing Loki can manage to say before his exhaustion once more caught him and returns to dreamland, holding the mobster still close to himself. Yes, this is way better like that.

The mobstar just groans harder, glaring daggers as the god takes in his apparence. It’s not Loki’s fault, but sure as hell the bastard didn’t help. He has half a mind to bite the pale hand pushing his head up, but why how groggy Loki looks, he probably wouldn’t even notice.

And the son of a bitch is fast asleep again. Goddamnit. “I-I really hate you sometimes...” His voice is barely a growled whisper, and Oswald sighs exhasperated. But the offer is really tempting. Loki’s body feels so cool and relaxing under his tired muscles, calm breathing lulling him and making any thoughs harder to process. Surely sleeping a bit will not make any harm, right? It may be even good, making it easier to deal with the rest of the day. He grabs his phone from his pocket, fumbling with it a bit to manage setting the alarm, murmuring against the broad chest. “Just an hour...” The mobster doesn’t even get to put the phone in his pocket before his eyes are clossing lazily, getting lost into the beating of the other’s heart.

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It seems that only a second has passed when the phone stars ringing, and the mobster lets out a string of colorful swears in his native language, long enough to make a sailor blush. He glares at the offending device, patting akwardly at it to stop the alarm. It’s going to be such a long day... But there is no time to waste, he has been lazy enough for today. He turns onto his back, rubbing at his face with another growl, and pushes at Loki’s tight with his good leg. “Wake up... W-we have a lot to do...” His voice is raspy and low, and dawn if he wouldn’t love to get back to sleep. “A-and you have a lot to explain, too...”

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Loki stays awake for a little bit longer as he was holding Oswald in a gentle grip of protection and affection, caressing the bare skin with strokes of the fingertips while his face nudges softly against the smaller’s head from time to time. With the free hand the God covers Oswald’s body a little bit more to keep him warm, nevertheless staying close to his beloved one, laying there to listen to the Gothamite’s soft noises and breath. And it was surprisingly calm compared to the last two times the former crime Lord was trying to sleep. No single stir, not a harsh movement like Oswald wants to escape something. And then the aesir reminds himself to their past activities before he left. From the first time they shared a bed together, how their feelings slowly grew stronger to each other, how the God was protecting his love 24/7. It’s a slow love yes, but it was a way too enjoyable time. After all it was Oswald who made it actually possible that the Norse could once more fall in love with someone, that he healed his own person on a special way. Loki was less angry and sad , he was distracted by caring for his beloved one. Yes, Oswald healed him from his inner core. Made him less a broken person.

It takes some longer time until Loki’s thoughts shut down, pressing his frame gently against the smaller man’s and finally both men share a undisturbed night with cuddling.

The morning dawns soon and the trickster awakes to the red light of the morning sun. Damn, he totally forgot to tell Oswald that he has to leave over the day to do something very important. Asgard already knows that their king will leave for a certain time, but obviously Loki couldn’t say it directly like that to his love. But after all, he has to make a clear word and this will take some longer time in his kingdom. He yawns deeply, green eyes fall down to the sleeping body of the Gothamite. He feels sorry to leave him with not a word mentioned before, so it’s better telling Hel about his absence, requesting her to say something different like Loki has to visit another town near Gotham to take care of financial services.

The trickster kisses Oswald’s head tenderly, whispering that he will return before carefully leaving the sheets to dress himself. The sooner the job is done the faster he can return home.

Hel luckily was awake as well, greeting her father with a breakfast and of course he tells her the story, asking the goddess that she would be that nice taking care of him. And it’s obvious she agreed with that, eagerly happy to know the fact she can spend an entire day with the former mobster.

But the teenager lets the penguin rest since it’s the first night he can sleep without nightmares. During lunch time though Hel climbs the stairs as Loki left long time ago, opening the bedroom door only to find a peacefully sleeping sweet man inside, causing her to aw silently before approaching him. She settles herself down towards the male, using her head and neck to snuggle deeply against Oswald’s chest. “Wake up dear ~ If you sleep longer I will miss my day with you.” the female chirps happily, laying pecks down over the smaller’s face before completely clinging on the poor thing. “I will have a wonderful day with you when you wake up ~~”

His sleep has been a restfull one, his mind pleasantly blank. It had been weeks since he slept so deeply, and the sore body is trying to use every minute of it, unsure of when the oportunity will  arise again.

Which is why Oswald awakes slowly, eyes swollen from sleep and mind fogged, not knowing where he is, but with no rush to find out.

When the warm of another body registers, though, and he blinks blearry to discern a female body pressed against him, his brain kickstarts. The gothamite flails around wildly for a moment with a yelp of surprise, before sliding from under the girl’s body and out of the bed like a weasel, falling on his ass and scrambling a bit backwards. Fortunately, that gives him time to analize the situation, and remember that he is in Loki’s house. “Jesus, Lady! Y-you gave me a good scare!” Oswald chuckles nervously at Hel, eyes wide and face red. His slightly trembling hand rubs at swollen eyes and tossles his now short and clean hair. “S-sorry. I-I think I overslept a bit?” He covers his mouth with a hand to stiffle a yawn, eyes taking into the amount of light coming from the windows. 

And quickly noticing the figure missing in the room. “U-uh. Where... Where is Loki?”

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Curiously, the other seemed to not recognize it–something that amused the prince to no end. Perhaps it was his own arrogance that led him to be surprised at the fact that he was entirely unknown by the Penguin, and he made a mental note to remember the fact that, outside of the realm of the Ancient Greeks, he was still just an outsider to them. Perhaps it was the fact that he was royalty that led him jump to such conclusions?

Oh, two-thousand years made some hard habits to break.

“Of course.” He replies, committing the time to memory, and turning back to look at the bar in front of them. “Do you require any payment, or do you only accept it after your favor?” He had more than enough to cover whatever the other needed, though it never hurt to ask.

“And if you so desire, it will be done.”

The stranger seemed somehow surprised that Oswald didn’t seem faced by the lasso. Arrogant superheroes, always believing everyone knows them...

At least it looked more like amusement than anything else. He was not amused an inch, thought. Oswald thribbed on information, and having no clue about the other’s identity irked him to no end. But that would eventually change, of course, it always did. Noone can hold their secrets forever.

“T-that depends on the payment... and of course on the level of thrust. With a newcommer the fair would be to do half and half, don’t you think?” His smile looked always childish to strangers, but it was also full of confidence. And an earned one. He had a reputation to mantain about bussiness, so the penguin rarely failed to comply. And everyone in Gotham knew how stupid was to not hold their end of a deal. Trying to fool the mobster was considered suicide more than murder in the city. “I am wealthy enough, so money doesn’t interest me. I-I have, thought, a... soft spot for exotic things, if you can call it that.” His grin widened a bit at that, eyes gleaming mischevously. The oportunities to adquire articles from outside the city were rare. “Do you have any offer in mind?”

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Loki is trembling along his whole body as this insane tension needs to wash away, stroking his orgasm out before doing the same to Oswald who just came as well right after the trickster. These pleasurbly noises, these sweet moans. Green eyes opened again to closely see exactly that expression of his love’s face. It always was too sweet but also way too seductive and tantalizing every time the gothamite released his climax, the way his face changed and right now it’s even more lovely when his eyes are fixed to Loki’s hues, both men stare at each other full of lust and love. Oh how the trickster missed that! This.. and the entire man. To this time Loki already released everything from his orgasm his forehead still remains pressed against the smaller man and the cool minty breath hits against the firy hot skin.

Strong arms holding Oswald’s fram as he released, pressing him closely against his chest. This tremble and quivering feels so wonderful, this missed shared pleasure together after this long time so marvelous!

The aesir can’t use a spell to clean the mess up since Oswald still wouldn’t handle that fact very well, so he has to do that in the usual way without magic.The royal’s arms entwine around the slim frame, using the luke-warm body heat to hopefully cool the former mobster down, panting still a tad and await that his beloved also pacifies and settles down, colder hands stroke adoringly over other shoulder, tracing them down as finger nails tenderly caress this thin hot skin. The taller’s head moves out, trailing kisses down over Oswald’s face. “I missed you so much…” The asgardian whispers softly before his lips meet the other man’s lips to a gentle kiss. “I love you so much.” and Loki isn’t knowing how many times he already said this sentence today but he waited too many months for that and now he can’t stop saying it how deep his love for Oswald actually is.

Loki shortly moves aside to bend his hand out to the night shelf, grabbing a box with tissues to get one paper, using it to clean the seeds away from both their abdomen and some other areas. The god shoves himself closer once more against his lover’s body, holding with one more with arms and legs, nuzzling his face into the shorter dark hair. “Sleep my love… You need it..” he murmurs, moving the sheets to cover Oswald’s body until his chest, staying under the blanket with the gothamite, cuddled close against him.

His exhausted body makes no move to resist Loki’s petting, letting himself be cleaned and happily cuddling back against the other male in a boneless heap. His mind is still hazy with post-orgasmic bliss, and the words barely register anymore, his eyes closing with a contented sigh. He tries to keep them open, to be able to look at that gorgeous and warm face a bit longer, but is a lost battle.

It’s only by sheer incstinct that he answers to the other’s words at all, a half-whispered, half-yawned ‘I love you too’ getting lost in the peaceful silence of the night. The sheets are fresh and soft, and Loki’s chest as comfortable as always, and it’s easy for him to drift into sleep, exhaustion and endorphines making sure it’s a peaceful slumber. Half-baked nightmares and blurry memories try to battle his way to the front of Oswald’s mind, but this time his body and mind are in harmony, too relaxed to process any more sounds, and this time the gothamite sleeps without being disturbed by his own psyche, finally gaining the rest he so desperately needs.

Changings// RP with notjustanumbrellaboy

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Of course there was no regret to see in Loki’s eyes, how can he even? His vision begins to leave and is just barely able to focus on Oswald and gifting him with lovely attention while he totally forgets about Gabe and Gertrud who might just watch the trickster and his movements. The only thing that the taller man can register is the incredible rise of heat on the mobster’s skin. How sweet ~ This reminds Loki so much on the first days both men has spent togehter and Oswald has been more incredibly share than he usually is. The aesir can’t help but release some snickering noises as he slowly returned to the bed, the cup of the spiked sweet tea already empty and standing on the shelf near the bed. This maybe was not one of the most smartest ideas since the God already feels dizzy and exhausted enough, in other words calmer than anyone else and even if the amount of alcohol was’t that much it indeed did something to the royal’s mind, almost making him to tipsy state.

Sitting on the sheets Loki gasps loudly as Oswald yanked him back to the matress that caused him to bounce a little bit. He can’t say anything since everything went to quickly, feeling that his shoes get pulled out and the god lifts his head up once to look at the gothamite, trying to say something but only to be shoved back to the bed, leaving the black haired with a low growl of discomfort. But Loki can’t focus anymore, his eyes squeezed closed as a small headache overcomes him by those movements before. He was expecting from the smaller to at least something else but after the “See you tomorrow” the God wasn’t able to hear anything than the footsteps slowly leaving the room.

The asgardian lays there with a large sigh, trying to worm himself out of his clothes even though that is almost impossible in his half sleep drunken state, throwing the clothes apart somewhere. His body leaves him as well as his mind does, too tired to do anything else. And so the god snuggles himself under the comfort sheets. But something is different… since he and the penguin never has been seperated falling asleep seems to be more than difficult. Loki misses the body heat, the feeling to have something in his arms. Ugh.. well, at least there are still the other pillows and the other sheet in the king sized bed, Loki’s tired body absently grabbing them to form them to one big knot and nuzzled against it.

Then everything turned quite in the aesir’s environment, deaf and he finally obeys his spirits to rest after this chaotic night everyone had experienced. The sleep is deep, almost as deep as he would be in a coma. And so the Norse enjoys his sweet sleep, keeping the window open to let some cool fresh air into the room while silent noises of the city flood inside. Loki probably won’t wake up on his own until the next afternoon, unless somebody else would wake his attention again, but right now he needs every hour of rest he can get until the next day dawns.

The night is a terrific one. Trying to explain everything to his mother without any previous tiem to plan turns into a living nightmare, specially because Gertrud seems torn between fear for Maroni’s stunt and bewilderment for Loki’s behaviour.

The first one is easy enough to lie about. Sal Maroni is a dirty man, caught in all kind of dark bussiness. He was interested in the club to make one of his shaddy bussiness, but Oswald beat him to it. Usually Maroni has a hundred things to attend, for what Oswald has heard, so the ravenette didn’t expect him to barge in like that. But of course he will talk to the police the next morning and hire a couple more bodyguards just to be sure. Gertrud is worried that her son is related to any of those dark bussiness, but Oswald is quick to assure her the club is an honest place. Thanks the lord Maroni didn’t say a word about them working together before.

The second one is another differnt bussiness alltogether. There is a strange light in Gertrud’s eyes that Oswald cannot pinpoint, it reminds him of when she talks about hussies, but there is something different about it. He has to lie about Loki not being able to tolerate his alcohol and having already drinked a tad during the afternoon. So after all the adrenaline, Gabe’s tea was the last push. And Loki seems to be a cuddley type of drunk. Yes, is the first time he turns so cuddley, no, Oswald doesn’t know anything about a wife.

At least the discussion serves for him to discover what the hell Gabriel has said to Gertrud. Aparently, his mother had asked the bodyguard if Loki was married, and of course Gabe had said no. And then had to improvise a lie to explain why then Loki was wearing a ring and talking about a Sygin. The man had just said that Loki was gay and that he had Sygin’s story always in hand to avoid problems with homophobs. A simple and short reasoning that was completely beliavable, Oswald wonders if Gabe knows someone who does so.

The rest of the night is even more hellish. he is unable to sleep for more than ten minutes, a mix of fear, anxiety and anger keeping him awake. And the mobster seems to keep forgetting that Loki is not there, turning around in search of his comfort only to groan in anoyance at the empty pillow. At the end, he resigns himself to a night of working himself to exhaustion.

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When Oswald walks to the club, is only after making sure that Gertrud is a bit more calm, and having Gabe inside with her and three more bodyguards in the streets. It would be strange for Maroni to make another move, but just in case. 

He enters his room staggering, heavy bruises under his eyes and hair more disheveled than usual. Loki is still deeply asleep in the bed and the ravenette feels so fucking jealous. Still, he has missed him greatly, and so just dives down into the matress carelessly, crawling towards Loki and burying his face in the other’s chest, not giving a damn if he wakes up the other male. “I-I’m going to kill you for last night stunt. I-I hope you know that...” It doesn’t sounds very threatening whit his tired and rough voice, specially when he is clinguing to him like that. But who cares?

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Loki wasn’t realizing anything after his sentences, staring with half closed eyes towards the three before sighing and turns around once more, mumbling something to himself before sipping the alcoholed tea. It tastes too strong to be a tea and actually could be something like mulled wine, just sweeter. It’s a different way to calm down and apparently the warmth and the fact there is alcohol inside makes his already tired brain almost completely dead.

His sigh wasn’t a sign of annoyance or else, no, Loki is simply just at his personal end to keep on and his thoughts are already switching between dreamworld and reality. So he stands curled against the wall, his head dropped while green eyes stare into the empty infinity, not taking in the rest of the talk, just listening to a little words and the aesir can’t help but smile as Oswald tries to stutter an explanation for that happening.. Oh.. Wrong words, Laufeyson~ How amusing, he thinks deeply giggling.

But then the royal’s attention returns as hurry returned to the room and everyone moved, dragging the God out of his comatose state. Loki pushed himself away from the wall, trying to halfway stand straight as everyone tries to fix themselves.. But.. If the Norse travels that much right now his mind couldn’t stand it and simply collapse again out of tiredness. But wouldn’t the mobster be disappointed if Loki wouldn’t come with him simply because he isn’t able to? Worried eyes try to find the smaller’s hues but before Loki even had a chance to ask anything Oswald already fell into his request. The trickster really isn’t feeling good and walking would be the last thing that would help him out of this state.

A tired smile grazes the pale lips, his green eyes raise to make sure that Gertrud gets everything together and Gabe helps her out of the room. “Somebody has to take care that this place isn’t burning I guess…” the aesir jokes tiredly with a small chuckle, finding his attention back to the Gothamite as Loki began to approach him, arms just weakly embrace the slim waist from the shorter man before pulling him closer, hugging him. The liesmith isn’t quite knowing why, it’s like his body forced him but it’s not feeling wrong after all. And then, he needs to grin widely without a actually good reason, his face nudges against Oswald’s cheek before kissing his skin there. “Maybe I was wrong with what I’ve said once…” the trickster murmurs almost whispering, stroking with his finger over the part where he kissed the mobster.

“Just take care of yourself and your mother.. I will wait here for you. ” Loki continues, pushing his face away to see Oswald closely in front of him before adding a peck to his lips. Loki isn’t knowing that he probably won’t remember half the things he had done or said because his mind tends to forget like he had drunk too much a night before, but this isn’t the theme here.

Once more the God smiled dreamily and exhausted down to the mobster before nodding at the door as a sign he can go before the Norse turns around and sits on the bed, stroking over the sheets. This will be a different night, they never got separated since the day they have met. But.. How bad could this grow?

The small giggle was worrying enough, but maybe it was his imagination? The way he looks at them like his mind is not exactly processing what his eyes are seeing is completely real though. And really, how much can that berserk thing ruin him!? Oswald is not letting him watch a discussion with a rival mobster ever again! Maybe the god had used too much magic before this? The mobster really needs to sit him down and get a study of his phisyology! But he´s happy that at least the aesir is accepting his offering, looking relieved, and the shorter man chuckles at the comment.

His steps don´t seem the most confident either and he lets go of her mother and steps closer in incstinc, worried that the god will keel over. Gertrud doesn´t object, also staring worriedly at the other man. 

Aaand he´s hugging him. Why is Loki hugging him out of nowhere with his mother standing a meter from them? Bodyguards don´t hug their bosses out of nowhere! The mobster stays frozen from a second, not knowing what to do, only to pat his back awkwardly with a completely sincere confused expresion. The peck on the check doesn´t help either. He can hear his mother gasping and his cheeks starting to burn. The words don´t make any sense either, but better to ignore them by now. “D-don´t worry abo-!

That was a kiss in the lips! A fucking kiss in the lips! It doesn´t matter how fletting it was, there was no way to confuse it with anything else! And his mother just squeals at it! He can feel his whole face getting red, neck included, and he gapes like a fish at the god, completely speechless. Thanks all the gods known and unknown that the aesir finally lets go of him and staggers to the bed.

Not that him petting the sheets like a high as all hells teenager helps.

“H-How much did you spike his tea!?” The bodyguard shrugs, way more amused than he should.

“Not that much, boss, that´s for sure.” With an exhasperated sigh, Oswald walks towards the bed and throws the sheets down, proceeding to push Loki into the matress. 

“O-Ok, friend. I-I think you really need to rest, now. Here y-you go.” The mobster pulls off his shoes and bundles him in tighly enough for him not to move, bit quick and emotionless movements. “G-good boy. I-I will see you tomorrow.” He quickly walks off, whispering to gabe for god´s sake to empty all the teacups and let a bottle of watter in the nightstand while they get down the stairs. He doesn´t even look his mother in the eyes when she hooks her arm to him, too embarassed to do so. God, he only wants this day to end...

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The grunting moans of the God only increase as Oswald just joined the movements both men are doing, this rutting and bucking thrusts of both their members. It’s been a felt eternity that this lust increased since Loki got used to a active sex life with Oswald and after these long months… Oh how he suffered! He didn’t dare to touch somebody else, not sleeping with one of his warriors, none of his healer women and so it happened that the aesir had to make himself some own pleasured nights which was really hard at the beginning. And his body right now screams for the gothamite, having his beloved one back, sharing every moan, every panting breath together while laying in the same bed. Even it’s not the same as in the past, it’s a wonderful beginning.

The strokes against the two hard members increased with rhythm, the royal’s fingers working with speed with Oswald’s hand just above them to join in. It takes him a longer while to realize that the smaller has placed his trembling hand against Loki’s cheek, pressing their both heads together. Green eyes, darkened so intense try to hold the stare, with every harsher thrust, rut and stroke he can feel his climax coming. The God’s panting rises strongly, showing his teeth like an animal. And exactly this staring both men share makes the trickster more horny! The pleasure to be seen in his loved one, watching him whimpering, his expression changing, listen him moaning.

The royal already tried to hold himself back before and it felt almost impossible and this might be the reason his orgasm surprised him earlier than expected.

Sweat covers the cool forehead, down the neck and chest, placing his own free hand against Oswald’s cheek to push him and keeping their zero space distance before Loki’s eyes shut, his whole body trembles. The fist around both dicks tighten as well as the rhythm harshly reached the limits. The God curls for a moment before he pressed himself closely against the smaller’s body, thrusting merciless and desperately against the other’s erection until sight turns white as with a shuddering louder storms of moans Loki released his climax, the cum covered the other member and the God rides himself intensely out against the other.

Loki looks so beautiful like this, wild and unrestrained. Of course the taller men always looks gorgeous, with his chiseled features and alabaster skin, calm and ethereal like a Botticelli painiting. But this, this feel special, personal, like it´s something that only Oswald is allowed to see. This is raw and animalistic and Oswald can´t take his eyes from the arousing sight. And he wouldn´t even if he could. His brain is having problem coming with any composed thought, the images and sounds and feelings drowning him, crashing again and again against the dam that is mantaining his mind separated from his body. Every wave makes him moan without restrain, his hips trying to keep the rythm that is groving more frantic with the second. because the gothamite needs this. Yes, his flesh is feeling completely on fire, the coolness of Loki´s skin the only thing able to extinguish it. 

His lovers moans are growing in intensity too, his voice becoming even lower than usual, giving him goosebumps. The gothamite´s breath is completely ragged as he pants and whimpers through the moans, but he still thtust harder and faster, needing more of that exhilarating emotion, that strange sensation coiling tighter in his belly. And, oh, his dick is so hard that is painfull, leaking and twitching and the delicious friction of the long fingers and full member feels so god he feels like he is going insane.

And yet his brain is still keeping him back!

It´s the broken loud moan that escapes Loki´s moan what finally breaks his walls down, mixed with the feeling of his body shuddering, sending rope after thick rope of cool seed between their bodies and covering his abdomen and cock with it. And there is nothing in the world that could feel like that.

He screams loudly as he comes, his back arching painfully as he mounts his pleasure, chasing it against Loki´s with erratic thrust as his mind finally goes completely blank, only extasy and Loki exhisting in his world.

The gothamite crashes then boneless against the sheets, panting like he had run a marathon, eyes completely glazed over but still pointed at green ones with adoration. And in that moment it seems like the world has stopped, and everything has gone away, letting only a satisfied tiredness, his brain too melted to even form a single word.

Changings// RP with notjustanumbrellaboy

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After some minutes they made it to walk up the stairs Loki as well went surprised as Gertrud stormed into Oswald’s arms, distraught and sobbing. Then he sees his colleague Gabe still being inside the room and greets him with a tired smile but isn’t Saying anything. He steps aside to leave mother and son having their moments talk and make things clear, grabbing a cup of tea the bigger henchman prepared and thank him with a tap against his back as Loki stepped to the windowsill, Windows opened and the aesir decided to take his seat here as always, holding the hot cup of tea between his ever cold fingers while green eyes stare out to the skyline of Gotham.

It was surprisingly quite, too peacefully compared to this what happened in the club before. The tea tastes really good and warms the Norse to his core, sighing in enjoyment about it. By Valhalla, he never actually felt so tired like that before. Just alone if he has to think about it that he wasn’t allowed to kill that Bastard of Maroni.. No. He should stop thinking about it before his weakened body decided to knock out once more. Half opened eyes stare dreamily into the tea while the voices get silent around himself before one question brings him back to reality.

“P.. Pardon..? ” The trickster asks as he turns around as the attention from Gertrud went towards the tall man, worry inside her eyes.“ Oh.. No. By all means no. This scenario just can exhaust a man to the core but nothing happened to me.. And we can be very lucky about it that we all a save. ” he smiles resourcingly towards the older lady before his eye dart towards Oswald while still talking to the female. “It would have ended worse when your dear son and Gabe didn’t react to one man trying to shoot me.. Maroni and his allegiance are the pure evil, Miss. And I’m glad he wasn’t able to hurt you.”

And then Loki leaves the windowsill to approach the two, pacing, taking a deep sip from the cup before setting it down so it Can cool down a bit more. “I do hope this will never happen again and hell would escalate..”

Loki really muat be exhausted to zone out like that, looking out the window like a zombie. He stares at the god in deep worry as realization dawns on his eyes.

And then the mobster gapes at him, because did the taller man just hint at him fighting one of the henchemen!? He doesn´t want his mother to know Oswald can fight back, the farter from the tuth she knows, the better. Before the gothamite has time to react though, Gertrud turns towards him. “Is that tru, my boy? Did you fought those evil men?” And he is too stressed out to read the expression on his mother´s face, so he shakes his head.

“I-I didn´t do anything! I-I just shot my gun blindly to try to surprise them. B-but luckily Gabriel reacted fast.” The bodyguard just shrugs, as if saying that it´s just his work.

“Always so humble, my Oswald. It´s not your job to fight fellons! You must had been so scared, poor boy... I´m proud you reacted at all, I was petrified!” He smiles coyly at that, because he´s unable not to do so when his mother seems so happy with him, but his mind is getting too tired to navigate such a minefield.

“I-I was, really! My hands were shaking so badly!” The mobster jokes with a tired chuckle. “B-but we can tell tales tomorrow. I-It´s already late, and we are all exhausted.” He helps her mother to her feet as Gabe goes to pick his jacket without prompting. “I-I will sleep at home with you today, tomorrow the club is closed anyway!” Because there is no way he is letting mom alone after wath Maroni tried to do.Gertrud seems delighted at the idea, the fear seeming to fade away as she goes on about how much she had missed him. But his eyes travel to the exhausted god, who also looks death in his feet. “Y-you can sleep here if you don´t want to walk home.

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Oh how Loki missed that! This! These noises, the sounds of pleasure. It’s more beautiful than a melody sung by mermaids. Only he and his lover laying together and listening to every sound, every moan, every breath. Even though the pleading sounds are almost unable to bear Loki takes his desire into the rutting rhythm against Oswald’s backside, fingers digging a bit into the bed sheets as the God’s smooth breath increases into a low pant as a stronger grip still pushes the gothamite’s closer like he would melt against Loki’s body any second.

But then it stops suddenly again and half closed eyes stare in slight confusion down to the smaller. He’s trembling like a leaf but the aesir has the tension that this is the new found pleasure again mixed with a little bit fear. It takes some seconds until the other man turns around so shaky, greeting a new found eye contact and Loki feels like that his love is reading inside his soul, to try out what he’s thinking. Loki was close to ask if everything is okay or if they should stop when he’s too scared until Oswald’s trembling hand shoved slowly inside the God’s pants, causing him once more to gasp before he senses that the trousers are falling and his member released which is throbbing so insanely in want. Not enough for that, also his hand got grabbed and both erections meet closely and pressed with Loki’s hand holding them.

So he knew that.. Oswald’s body knows. A lusty smile overcomes the God as he moves himself closer in, his leg hooks together with the penguin’s good one so both wouldn’t apart. Loki’s head reached out to pull his beloved one into a heated kiss, teasing his bottom lip with a gentle bite. Then his hand works once more, pulling the two dicks together to keep the friction, pumping both up and down in an quick harsh rhythm. And also the God’s hips thrust up and down with movements, moaning growling into the heated kiss.

For a moment Oswald is scared that he did something wrong, that of course it was a terrible idea to listen to his body and now Loki is going to be mad at him, even if that gasp sounded oh, so nice. Until he smiles. And it´s such a predatory expresion that it takes his breath away. He feels small under the intense gaze, defenseless, as if Loki was going to devour him any second. But it´s different from the desperate sensation in Arkham. No, instead of fear, he reacts with a needy whimper, his member twitching, wanting more attention.

He is surprised when a leg hooks his own, pulling him closer, but his surprise is muted why hungry lips. And from this angle is so much better! Now the gothamite really feels like he is being devored, the soft nibble giving just the smalles hint of pain that only enhances the sensations before the taller´s tongue invades his mouth, mapping every bit and corner. He feels like he is drowning in the kiss, but surrenders to it, letting Loki take full control. 

And yes, that´s what he was missing, that´s what feels right; seeing the other´s reaction, the fire in those emerald eyes, feeling the proof of the other´s pleasure against his. This feels way more intimate. He breaks the kiss, his breath too labored to keep it up, unable to silence his heated moans any longer as he thrusts his shaft into Loki´s fist, rutting desperately against the other, feeling their precum mix and wet their joined members. His free hands worms his way to the other´s cheek, wanting to caress the beautiful face and kept it fixed on him, while the other still lays over the longer fingers, feeling their combined movements through it.

And during all that, he doesn´t takes his half-closed eyes from Loki´s face, staring at him with utter devotion, wanting to memorize every small expresion of pleasure.

Changings// RP with notjustanumbrellaboy