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[thirtythird]

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[thirtythird]

[Good, because he's absolutely already on his way, muted but not without his usual aura of good cheer, and very much intent on beelining into a warm, quiet hug.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki was leaning against the glass. he finds himself here often, just looking out the window. trying to find anything that looked familiar.

nothing came, but he looked anyway. when lawford arrives, he turns, warmth in his gaze. ]

[thirtythird]

Ah, mo chuisle.

[There's quiet affection licking in the air around him even before he pulls his arm around the god's shoulders, nudging his face in quietly against the join of the neck.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ oh. that's very surprising. very new. thor has hugged him before but thor is the only one who would bother. plus, loki himself shies away from it, too afraid of what he might do. what might happen. feels the push of blue poison under his skin.

his palms tentatively rest over lawford's back. ]

[thirtythird]

[A moment of quiet is needed to simply let the contact sink properly into place. It isn't so much waiting for relaxation as something closer to acceptance; to belief, at least, in this first piece of what needs saying.]

I'm certain of you.

[Maybe it won't be believed just yet, but saying it over and over might be a start.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ his world trembles like a leaf. ships in storms, rocked in glass bottles. certainty. he's never known it. not really. you're incapable of sincerity. you were born to die, cast out.

no, loki.

it's only lately that thor said, I chose you, above all else that has soothed the worst tremors. even then, his heart trembles. it's such a weak thing. it broke so often that loki has lost count of the times he has stitched it together with his own magpie-hope sealing the threads.

sentiment.

his arms twine around lawford, stronger now. though they tremble with the weight of him. of them.

loki blinks the sentiment from his eyes. they stain his cheeks. ]

[thirtythird]

[There's too much to know, in even the lives of mortal men. There's too much in a person to ever upturn every stone and burrow through every nook and cranny of existence.

But William suspects that he does, in fact, know this shift in the tension of arms around him.]

Believe it tomorrow, if not today.

[It takes time to be loved.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ a tomorrow that doesn't need to be feared. a tomorrow he can actually look forward to. ]

Tomorrow then.

[thirtythird]

Thank you.

[Underlined with a small shift and a firm kiss pressed against Loki's cheek. It might take several tomorrows to feel real, but there's no need to be worried after that.

Every today will simply have to be a chance to prove the truth of it.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ he sighs, the barest shiver. his heart beats on. ]

[thirtythird]

[This is good. This is progress. It's quiet and still and likely simply going to be standing here for a good long while exactly like this, but that feels like a quiet victory in and of itself.

This is time that's easy to take.]

end here?

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki doesn't know if it'll work. if it'll last. nothing he knows has lasted. nothing he's wanted has stayed.

but his is a treacherous heart. it yearns, always. ]

[thirtythird]