( the spark was real. it's still there, beneath the surface of loki's skin, warm and tingling. it makes him wonder what it would feel like to have thor's hands on him, everywhere. but this is hardly the first time that particular thought has crossed his mind. in fact, he thinks about it a lot while watching thor on stage, and it lingers in the back of his mind for a while after. that's the point of the show, after all.
but the difference between loki and the rest of the frothing masses is that he gets thor to himself after. maybe other fans have gotten the privilege, too, but loki likes to think he's one of the few, if not the only one, that thor keeps coming back to. ( for now, says a treacherous voice inside his head. )
sipping his drink, loki raises an eyebrow coolly. he senses the invitation. of course he does. part of him really wants to take it. but another part, the more dominant part, won't let him. not yet. )
And then, who knows? ( he sets his drink down and turns around on the stool, so that his back rests against the bar, his elbows propped on the edge. ) This is Vegas. Anything can happen.
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but the difference between loki and the rest of the frothing masses is that he gets thor to himself after. maybe other fans have gotten the privilege, too, but loki likes to think he's one of the few, if not the only one, that thor keeps coming back to. ( for now, says a treacherous voice inside his head. )
sipping his drink, loki raises an eyebrow coolly. he senses the invitation. of course he does. part of him really wants to take it. but another part, the more dominant part, won't let him. not yet. )
And then, who knows? ( he sets his drink down and turns around on the stool, so that his back rests against the bar, his elbows propped on the edge. ) This is Vegas. Anything can happen.