It would surprise him to know he was getting to see a side of her almost no one saw. As much as he’s changed, that is not something she has witnessed or even knew might have happened until this night. When he’d messaged a number of the Avengers earlier, he’d expected nothing. He just took it for an opportunity to apologize and thought that they all would likely not believe him and that would be that.
But to be here, now, with Natasha clearly trusting hi and leaning up against him? He feels almost proud. Though it did not seem like it at the time, he’s sure, Loki has always had a lot of respect for Natasha. She is the only one who really challenged him and though it was under less than ideal circumstances, that has always stuck with him.
“I don’t know if what I typically read can be called trash, but I must say I understand what it does for you. I used to practice magic for that purpose. Even going over old spells I did not need to think about anymore to perform let my mind relax enough to figure most anything out. I do agree that reading is quite relaxing though.” He likes the image that conjures up of her. Sitting much as she is now, really. Casual, relaxed and more beautiful than she actually seems to realize, though he’s aware she knows well enough about her own looks. What he sees now is really much more than that.
He blinks in surprise at the soft touch of her lips to his neck. Again, it isn’t as if he isn’t aware of their plans for the night, but somehow having it actually play out is still surprising him. As she speaks, he looks at her, really looks at her, with a small smile on his face, intrigued by her as always. “We are nothing without our friends.” His voice is equally soft, his eyes searching her face as moves to kneel and face him.
He can’t help but tilt into her touch, pressing back ever so slightly against each touch and kiss. Loki looks her back fully in the eye just before she leans and he smiles, a true and honest smile. That is not something he was fully capable of the last time they were in the same room together. He magicks his drink to the table and wraps his arms around her, gently sliding his hands down her back as his eyes close. He presses back into the kiss, keeping it chaste for the moment, simply enjoying the feeling of her lips on his.
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Date: 2024-01-20 10:37 pm (UTC)But to be here, now, with Natasha clearly trusting hi and leaning up against him? He feels almost proud. Though it did not seem like it at the time, he’s sure, Loki has always had a lot of respect for Natasha. She is the only one who really challenged him and though it was under less than ideal circumstances, that has always stuck with him.
“I don’t know if what I typically read can be called trash, but I must say I understand what it does for you. I used to practice magic for that purpose. Even going over old spells I did not need to think about anymore to perform let my mind relax enough to figure most anything out. I do agree that reading is quite relaxing though.” He likes the image that conjures up of her. Sitting much as she is now, really. Casual, relaxed and more beautiful than she actually seems to realize, though he’s aware she knows well enough about her own looks. What he sees now is really much more than that.
He blinks in surprise at the soft touch of her lips to his neck. Again, it isn’t as if he isn’t aware of their plans for the night, but somehow having it actually play out is still surprising him. As she speaks, he looks at her, really looks at her, with a small smile on his face, intrigued by her as always. “We are nothing without our friends.” His voice is equally soft, his eyes searching her face as moves to kneel and face him.
He can’t help but tilt into her touch, pressing back ever so slightly against each touch and kiss. Loki looks her back fully in the eye just before she leans and he smiles, a true and honest smile. That is not something he was fully capable of the last time they were in the same room together. He magicks his drink to the table and wraps his arms around her, gently sliding his hands down her back as his eyes close. He presses back into the kiss, keeping it chaste for the moment, simply enjoying the feeling of her lips on his.