Movement
Sound droned on in the background from the tv no one bothered give attention post a very late dinner, because she’d been ‘super busy’ and ‘food’s for the weak’. In which then Loki had wedged himself between her and her work-desk, and after a litany of colorful curses and ‘mortal’ attempts to remove ‘godly person’, they’d relocated to the common floor for leftover pizza. With a belly-full she reclined, head on the sofa’s armrest scrolled through her phone.
Bit later Loki felt something poke him in the thigh, glanced saw toes, then two bare legs perched onto his lap, a cheeky smirk on her freckled face, in her mischievous gaze, infectious.
“I’m sorry am I taking up too much space?” he teased, her grin stretched she shrugged:
“No,” looked back to her screen. Loki shook his head a smirk on his lips. Let a hand settle on her shin, the warm skin. Since Summer rolled in she’d emerge more often in shorts. Though Jarvis kept the air conditioned so the seasons were hardly felt. Coincidently she’d broken up with Patrick mid-Spring. Surely that holds no correlation with the change of clothing preference.
Or her increased tactile approach, or the way she peers at him nowadays, or the subtle swing to her hips when she walks away.
Toni Stark had a reputation, before Patrick, that Loki is quite aware of. He is also a god with heightened senses, including sight and smell. And thus far she always smells like herself, and no one else, when she returns from outside. Yet he can see it sometimes in her every movement, a want for intimacy he was far too willing to indulge, far too easily could respond because she is calling him, she calls for him often it’s in her voice in her eyes, in her every movement.
Like how she remains, still as stone as he strokes his thumb along her skin in soft circles, pretending to read, listening to her heart pace. She stays and sooner relaxes in place and Loki’s inclination to tease waned. The comfort familiar just to them resurfaced, and time passed unfelt.