— Relax. You’re doing everything right. Is there anything else you’d like me to do?
[ Gavin smiles, the corners of his mouth curling upward as he leans in to kiss him—slowly, languidly, and with a tender, gentle pressure against his lips. His hand rests on Connor’s waist, >
[ Gavin laughs quietly, gently taking hold of Connor’s hands and kissing the backs of them, one by one—as if trying to appease him. ]
— You wouldn’t get angry at a fool in love, would you?
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Loki sneezes quietly, his face buried in his hands. He is sitting on a park bench—it is night, and his body is chilled to the bone. This isn’t the first time he’s found himself with nowhere to go and nothing to his name—the second, actually—but now... >
— I also like when you’re happy, Connor. — Hmm, I need to scare Hank with my pregnancy. Are you with me?









