Celine smirked and ran a hand through his hair. “That is quite possibly the second best idea you’ve had.” She chuckled and rolled over so that she was straddling him. “I’m always down for pizza and this.”
Magic calls to magic, his mother had once said. Loki had never understood what she meant back then, had once spent hours and days trying to find an explanation, but centuries later and he had a feeling that now he was starting to. He laughed as she moved to straddle him, pale fingers reaching to brush through dark waves. “Really now?” He mused, grinning and leaning to press a kiss to her collarbone. “Perhaps we should make this happen more often, then.”
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