( it's one thing to lean against someone when one needs support, it's another to have that support returned in full. loki sinks down and wraps an arm around him and there's--a shudder that runs through jason's spine, weight sinking down onto loki as his arms sag at his side. he's unguarded, there's nothing stopping those fingers from reaching up and grabbing hold of his neck and strangling him to death had loki deemed it necessary.
jason can't find it in himself to care; he trusts loki. trusts him enough to open up to him, to talk to him about--all of this. to lean into him, press his forehead hard into a shoulder and let himself be--vulnerable, for a bit. )
Ymir's balls. ( but it's low, almost teasing. ) You know shit's bad when the chaos god's making a fuckton more sense than anything else.
( but he's raising arms. wrapping them around loki's waist. it's fine, no one can see them in here. )
no subject
jason can't find it in himself to care; he trusts loki. trusts him enough to open up to him, to talk to him about--all of this. to lean into him, press his forehead hard into a shoulder and let himself be--vulnerable, for a bit. )
Ymir's balls. ( but it's low, almost teasing. ) You know shit's bad when the chaos god's making a fuckton more sense than anything else.
( but he's raising arms. wrapping them around loki's waist. it's fine, no one can see them in here. )
Don't know what I'd do without you, Lo.