[ Loki's just thinking that perhaps he ought to have considered breaking and entering like he'd initially planned when, all of a sudden: there's Stark, at the door. Seeing him in person confirms that it isn't his Stark; they share similarities, but–at the same time–there are some glaring differences. Both of them are matched in their ability to vex Loki, though, even if there's a different cast in the way this one manages it, given the circumstances.
He makes a face as Stark grips his collar, stumbling forward nonetheless, and he's already reaching up to wrest his grip free when, all of a sudden, Stark kisses him, and–there's the vexing, although to his credit, Loki is startled for barely half a second before he kisses him back on instinct alone, long and slow and culminating in a bite to his lip, just on the side of painful, before he pulls back to catch his breath. At some point, he's fisted a hand in Tony's shirt. ]
You're not supposed to be tall.
[ –Loki grouses, because that's really the glaring difference, although it sounds a little petty once he says it, so he kisses him again to cut off anything smart he might get in return. ] Bed. Where is it.
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He makes a face as Stark grips his collar, stumbling forward nonetheless, and he's already reaching up to wrest his grip free when, all of a sudden, Stark kisses him, and–there's the vexing, although to his credit, Loki is startled for barely half a second before he kisses him back on instinct alone, long and slow and culminating in a bite to his lip, just on the side of painful, before he pulls back to catch his breath. At some point, he's fisted a hand in Tony's shirt. ]
You're not supposed to be tall.
[ –Loki grouses, because that's really the glaring difference, although it sounds a little petty once he says it, so he kisses him again to cut off anything smart he might get in return. ] Bed. Where is it.