[ Her expression at what he considers to be a simple if not obvious compliment is a wonder. Like he's offered her something precious she's decided to treasure forever; a flower from the side of the walked path, pressed and dried in a diary. Something fleeting that manages to possess some meaning for much longer than originally intended.
Goosebumps follow in the wake of her touch despite the now mid-morning light streaming in through the windows. She kisses his palms like a benediction, something he doesn't know he'll ever expect or fully understand, and Loki fumbles with the tie for a moment before the chemise is loosened and he sits up a bit to help her out of the shift dress.
She still looks... perfectly coiffed, with her hair done up like that, and Loki reaches for where he imagines one of the pins to be before he stops, hand hovering. ]
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Goosebumps follow in the wake of her touch despite the now mid-morning light streaming in through the windows. She kisses his palms like a benediction, something he doesn't know he'll ever expect or fully understand, and Loki fumbles with the tie for a moment before the chemise is loosened and he sits up a bit to help her out of the shift dress.
She still looks... perfectly coiffed, with her hair done up like that, and Loki reaches for where he imagines one of the pins to be before he stops, hand hovering. ]
May I?