[ his eyelashes flutter at that. no one else would say so. no one else would think loki is warm. satisfaction is not in his nature and loki always seek to have more, yearn for more until the crevasses in his heart have been filled.
but the urge to take, to keep, to dig his fingers in so deep, he leaves marks in his wake . . . is no longer there. ]
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but the urge to take, to keep, to dig his fingers in so deep, he leaves marks in his wake . . . is no longer there. ]
Then don't let me go. Not ever.
[ forever. ]