etrayalogs | Home Again

Ever since their return to Etraya, Loki has been a bit on edge. Scratch that, ever since Hob was kidnapped, Loki has been on edge. It's harder now though, since they no longer live together. At least for the first bit of Hob's recovery he could be with him at all times, making sure he was okay and that no one else would try something so stupid as to take him again.

But they are back and in their own apartments again and Loki hates it.

He doesn't want to seem like he's overbearing though, so he hasn't really said anything about it, just comes over every day, often at least offering to cook for the other man. He misses their walks, and has been going on his own very early before they can have breakfast together. Which is exactly what he's done today. At very least, it helps to clear his mind before coming over.

Loki enters Hobs apartment and honestly smiles, though it is a little strained. Hob is healing nicely, but seeing him all bruised still causes Loki concern.

"Hello my love. You're looking a bit better today." Loki breathes in deeply and sighs. Though he's typically more a tea person, Hob is turning him on to coffee and it smells wonderful today. "And you have made breakfast. How did I get so lucky?" He walks over to Hob and places a gentle kiss to his temple, attempting to avoid all bruising.

Hob is aware Loki has been worried ever since he rescued him from that super villain. Even when Loki smiles, Hob knows him well enough to see the strain in it. A strain he caused. Somehow, Hob will make it up to him. The best way to do that is probably to fully recover.

Loki's greeting gets a bright smile from Hob, who tilts his head a little into the carefully placed kiss. "Thank you. I'm sure I'll be running around the block before you know it." Did he ever run? "Or a brisk walk, at least."

He turns his attention to plating the food, using a spatula to carefully scoop an omelet up and onto one of the plates. "I only have to make months’ worth of meals to catch up with all the cooking you've done," he teases. "But it turns out, I can whip a few eggs together." Hob doesn't consider himself much of a cook, but if he makes anything, it's breakfast.

"There's coffee, juice, and a kettle, if you want tea, instead."

The last thing Loki is thinking is that Hob needs to make anything up to him. Everything that happened is not the other man’s fault. No, the fault lies squarely at the feet of that villain. The fact that Loki is responsible for that kind of villainy, and worse, is not lost on him either. It might be the only thing that kept him from killing the bastard.

“While I look forward to taking walks with you again, I am fine to wait until you are recovered. I could not forgive myself if you set back your recovery for any reason, even if it’s just a brisk walk.” He smiles again, this time it fully reaches his eyes. He always feels better once he’s in Hob’s company.

Loki laughs and shakes his head as he takes a seat. “I’m afraid you’ll have to learn to cook more than eggs if you wish to catch up. I could show you a few tricks some time though. Might be nice for us to cook together.”

Always so thoughtful, and while normally he would go for the tea, he hasn’t exactly been sleeping well and he reaches for the coffee without comment. “Thank you. It seems you have thought of everything.”

As the food is served and coffee poured, Loki finds himself lost in thought. There’s something he’s wanted to suggest, but he’s honestly a little nervous to bring it up.

Despite all that happened to him, Hob didn't really want anyone to die. Punished? Sure. Harmed? Maybe a little. In the end, he was saved from being a talking head for eternity, so that's the most he can ask for.

Hob carries both plates to the table and sets each down. "My eggs are above average," he notes with a grin. "But cooking together does sound fun." Plus, they get to spend even more time together if they do all of the cooking plus the eating.

"Pour one for me too, would you, darling?" Hob asks as he fetches the utensils and tops the table off with some warm croissants he picked up at the corner market. After everything is set, Hob takes his seat.

Though it would have been truly terrible if Hob were to have ended up nothing but a talking head, Loki honestly wouldn’t have loved him any less. It’s that kind of thought that has been running around in his head since they got home. It’s been the clearest example for Loki, just how much he cares for Hob

“Oh, I am sure they are. I am sure you are good at everything you put your mind to.” He smiles and pours Hob a coffee before taking one of the croissants for himself. He really needs to learn to make these himself, they are far too tasty to not want to at least try.

Loki nods as Hob sits and begins to eat his eggs. And honestly, Hob is not wrong, the food is quite good. Still, he can’t help but tease. “Hmm, I suppose these will do, but I think we should get into the kitchen together sooner rather than later.”

If Hob picks up on the slightly nervous undertone to Loki’s teasing, he wouldn’t be surprised. He knows that Hob knows him very well by now and he knows he should just get it out. Almost too casually, Loki swallows a bite full of food before putting down his utensils and picking up his croissant, tearing it at almost absently.

“Would you like to live with me?”

As they begin their meal, Hob can tell there's a nervous energy buzzing about Loki, but he isn't sure what it's about. Perhaps he's still anxious after what happened in San Fran. The visible signs are still on Hob, making it hard to forget. Everything will be back to normal soon, though, and that should help.

The question is unexpected. So unexpected Hob jostles his coffee, turning his drink into a slurp and making a mess of things. A soft clearing of his throat follows as he reaches for a napkin.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" He heard it. At least, Hob is pretty sure he heard that right, but he wants to confirm. Maybe he mistook it due to some ringing in his ear that hasn't subsided yet.

It’s true, some of this is due to Hob’s injuries, but only in the way that it makes Loki want to look out for him more often. It’s only part of the reason though, perhaps just the catalyst. What really started these thoughts was living together in San Francisco. Loki had quickly become accustomed to coming home to Hob every night. It had felt natural and right and Loki misses it so much more than he realized he would.

He also doesn’t expect Hob to practically choke on his coffee, even if he understands that his question came out of nowhere.

“You don’t have to, of course. But I really liked our life during the last mission, kidnapping aside.” He speaks too quickly, the nervousness really showing now. Loki doesn’t think he’s ever been this nervous before. He pauses briefly, takes a deep breath and looks directly at Hob again. “But yes. We could look for a house, maybe? Invite Sephiroth to dinner? Get us that dog?”

It's not hard to know that Hob also enjoyed their time together in San Francisco. Sure, they've woken up in the same bed together before, but there was something different about it when they were living together. A certain kind of comfort in knowing that person would be there every time.

"A mission is one thing, but that's a big step." Hob's heart feels like it's pounding so hard, he's sure Loki can hear it. "And yet, I have to admit, I miss it, too. In fact, I had also considered bringing it up to you."

A gentle smile follows. "You do make it sound appealing." A house. Company. A dog. "We would a fence, of course." If they're going to have a dog. Wouldn't want anything to happen to it.

It had been pretty obvious that Hob had enjoyed their time living together as a couple during the last mission, Loki thinks the same is true of himself, but Hob is right. Missions are different from doing it for real and he’ll understand if Hob isn’t ready. He really hopes he is, but doesn’t want to pressure him.

It takes a moment before Loki realizes that Hob is agreeing to his suggestion. Or at least he’s thinking about it and really, that’s all Loki could’ve asked for. Then Hob says he has been thinking of it too. “Really?” He can’t hide how relieved he feels when Hob admits that and he smiles brightly.

“We will definitely make sure there is a fence. And it might be nice to take them on our walks with us.” If Loki sounds excited at the prospect, it’s because he is.

After the amount of time they've already spent together, including sleeping over at each other's flats, it almost feels like this is the natural course of action. Living together in SanFran for a few weeks just solidifies his feelings.

Seeing Loki smile so happily makes Hob feel a joy that can barely be contained. "Them? How many dogs are we getting?" One for each, maybe? Loki isn't thinking of starting a whole pack, is he? Or maybe he is. "I'd be fine with getting a cat, too." Since Loki said he does prefer cats to dogs. If all the animals get along, of course.

"And it would be nice to have Sephiroth over for dinner. He's a nice young man, but he doesn't seem used to that sort of thing." Which is a shame. A young man should know what it's like to have a homecooked meal made for him.

If Loki has learned anything from their mission in San Francisco, it’s that he can successfully live with someone else. He’s never really had to share living quarters before and he’s always thought that maybe he needed his own space. But sharing a bed with Hob during their most recent mission had shown him he had been wrong about that and now he simply misses Hob every time they part for their own apartments.

Loki laughs at that. “Well, I had been thinking of just one to start. I just didn’t want to assume gender.” In all things, gender has never mattered to him, but if felt strange to refer to their future pet as ‘it.’ Animals have far too much personality for that. His laughter turns into a fond smile at the mention of a cat though. “A dog and a cat does sound nice, doesn’t it? I think I would like to have both, if we can manage it.” Loki thinks that together, they can manage anything, but he’ll be fine if they end up only sticking with one pet.

”Yes, I would love to have him over.” He pauses then, a thought occurring to him. “Would it be too much to have a room set up for him? He does not need to live with us, of course. I’m sure he’s quite done with having parents, but everyone needs a getaway sometimes. If we have a spare bedroom, we could offer it to him whenever he needs or wants?”

Loki is considerate even to their future pets. Hob can't help but find his thoughtfulness endearing. "I'm sure we can manage. Lots of homes have both a cat and a dog, so long as their personalities are suitable." Their own personalities were a bit like a cat and a dog, too, Hob thinks, though he doesn't voice that thought out loud. Were they to become animals for a mission, it would come as no surprise if Hob ended up as a dog.

"Oh, a guest room? That's a fine idea." It's always good to be prepared just in case someone needs help, and Sephiroth would be welcome in their home any time.

"It's a big city. We'll also have to figure out where the best place to live would be."

It if occurred to him that he was being considerate, Loki might be surprised. He's changed a lot since his time on the Sacred Timeline, but he hasn't actually spent a lot of time doing much self-reflection. It's never been something he's been very good at unless it is forced upon him, but right now, seeing that look in Hob's eyes, he thinks he's done something good.

"Then we should definitely give it a try. I would love to see how that might work out." Loki has had similar thoughts, mostly just that he feels connected to cats and Hob reminds him of some dogs he's met, though the thought isn't really a conscious one.

"Oh yes, we should perhaps walk some of the neighbourhoods, get a feel for what they are all like with an eye to living there. Somewhere with a park, but not far from amenities perhaps?" Loki's walked all over Etraya, it seems, but he's never thought about moving until he thought about living with Hob.

Hob nods in agreement as he takes a bite of his food. "Something like that would be perfect. We don't want to be too far removed, but a place with a bit of space and maybe some peace and quiet would be lovely."

The missions can get pretty hectic. Having a calm place to come home to might be rejuvinating. Though Hob knows he'll be happy as long as they're together.

This has gone even better than Loki had hoped. It isn't that he thought that Hob would turn him down outright, he knows they both enjoyed living together during their last mission, but he did worry a bit that perhaps Hob wasn't ready for anything more permanent yet.

That is likely more due to his own skepticism that he's worthy of any of this. He's forever grateful and thrilled, but it doesn't stop him from wondering how he's managed to get this lucky.

"It does sound nice, doesn't it? I can see us now, maybe sitting out on a back porch, having some tea, watching our new puppy running around." Once upon a time, Loki might have claimed that such a life sounded boring, but now it sounds like the best thing that could happen to him.

Hob chuckles at the image that's cast. It does sound incredibly wholesome, and a bit like nesting. He didn't imagine he'd make something like a home here in Etraya, but things change.

That's not to say he doesn't want to go home someday. Hob wishes they were both free of Echo's trials, but in the meantime, it will be nice to have a home and someone to spend his days with.

"And having breakfast every morning together. And.. every other meal, too."

It's the absolute last thing he expected. Part of him still feels guilty about not trying harder to get home, but it isn't like he isn't still doing good while he's here and maybe if he manages to keep participating in missions and it turns out that what they are telling him is true, then isn't he actually still doing what needs to be done?

If Loki has anything to say about it, he'll find a way to follow Hob home. At least when he does finally figure out what's going on here, even if he does have to go back to his throne, he wonders if he won't have figured out another way to handle things so he can still spend time with the other man. After everything he's given up, he likes to think he deserves a happily ever after.

"I will cook you everything you've ever wanted to try. And then maybe we can work it off together." He grins cheekily and winks at Hob. "By going for a walk."

Hob would gladly have Loki follow him home, if there's still a home to return to. No one knows what the outcome of all this will be. Maybe his world won't be spared. Or perhaps none of what they've been told is real. All they can do is participate and enjoy the in between moments.

There's a soft laugh at Loki's wink. "Or.. other ways." There's something suggestive in his voice. It's not like he hasn't thought about it.

If he's honest, Loki doesn't really care where they end up, just so long as he gets to keep Hob in his life. Though he wouldn't wish his life at the TVA and beyond on anyone (though if they were interested, he'd be glad of the help), he would happily show Hob around, but realistically, even if Hob's world wasn't around anymore, he's sure he could find him a close enough version of his world. Anything to make sure Hob is happy with wherever he lives.

Loki can't help but smirk at Hob's suggestive response. "Other ways? Well, you've peaked my interest. Anything specific in mind? Besides a nice walk, of course. If you have a better idea, I'm all ears."

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If the only way they could be together is for Hob to follow Loki to his world, he'd accept whatever outcome or consequences came with that. Even if it meant keeping him company as he held the multiverse together. It's less about the world and more about who's in it.

Hob turns a bit red and reaches for his coffee for a drink. Ahem. "Well, I couldn't help but think how nice it was sharing that big bed. There were times I was tempted to do more than cuddle you."

If Hob were to actually say that to Loki, he's not sure how he would react. In more recent years, he's come across more people he cares about, more people who would help him and want to do so, but as much as Loki appreciates those kinds of offers, he would worry that it would be too much for anyone. The last thing he ever wants to do is make Hob's life hard (or even harder in some ways), but one thing that is still true of Loki is that he can still be a bit selfish. Or at least that is how he would think of it, because if Hob offered to come with him, he's not sure he could say no.

The blush that colours Hob's cheeks is so lovely and Loki thinks he couldn't possibly love the other man more than he does right in this moment. "Oh? Is that so? I almost wish our bed had been smaller then. Might have forced us closer together."

Loki reaches out a hand, offering it to Hob as he smiles at him. "My bed now isn't nearly as big as that one. If maybe you wish to stay over tonight?"

It would be difficult to part with Loki now, although there was mention of a life they may have led together in another city once, according to those who were from Hob's world and in Etraya long ago. If they were to part, would they find each other and start over again just as they had here? It's a nice thought, but one Hob wouldn't want to treat as a guarantee. Besides, he wants to keep what he has with this Loki and all the memories they've built together.

The offered hand is accepted with a smile, which is followed by a deepening blush on Hob's face. It's so silly. They've been together for, what is it, 8 months? They've often stayed at each other's apartments, and Hob loves him deeply. By now, others would have done more than cuddle. And yet, he finds himself stammering like a fool.

"I-uh, I would like that."

Honestly, it doesn’t feel like anything Loki could do anymore at this point. He doesn’t know how it might happen, or what the future holds, but he does know whatever happens, he wants to do it with Hob. Hopefully they can choose how and where.

Loki has also heard the stories about how they had known each other before, in another world and it makes sense to him that they managed to find each other again, even if neither of them remember that time or place. He’s also not naive enough to think it means they will always find their way back to each other, but it does give him some hope at the possibility.

The stammering only charms Loki more. He gently squeezes Hob’s hand, his smile impossibly fond. “Then it is settled. You will stay here and I will spoil you all night.” He raises Hob’s hand to his mouth and kisses his knuckles.

The idea that he could be with someone forever, who would never leave him, seems too good to be true. It's not just Loki's longevity that captured Hob's heart, though. He would have fallen for the handsome god, even if Loki had a human's mortal lifespan. He's just too irresistible.

Spoil him all night? Now Hob is really turning red, but he's excited by the prospect. A sheepish laugh follows as Loki kisses his hand.

"You already spoil me, but I'm looking forward to it." Now he wonders if he should've worn sexier underwear. Guess it's too late now.

Loki can't imagine the heartbreak Hob has been through. Loki has never really fallen for anyone before, forget a mortal. Sure, he's had crushes and thought he was in love a time or two, but it wasn't until he met Hob that he realized how it truly felt to be in love.

It is only be sheer luck, or perhaps a miracle, that they were able to find each other and for Loki to find the one human who cannot die. Mostly, he's kept his distance from mortals when it comes to romance. He's not as strong as Hob is and isn't sure he could handle knowing he would lose someone he loves so quickly. Mostly he's just glad he doesn't have to deal with such thoughts because like Hob, had he met him anyway, he also isn't sure he could resist.

Loki smiles at the blush and kisses his knuckles once more before straightening a bit again, though he does not release Hob's hand. "I am glad you think so, but I think it's time for a bit more, if you are interested." If Hob is interested, Loki would happily take him to bed right now. He's not felt any urgency in the matter, but now that it is out in the open, Loki can't help but want to move things a long.

Although Hob has been in love before, each one is different and special. No two are alike, and they always bring something that Hob didn't know was missing and would be difficult to live without. They can't know what the future will hold, so Hob wants to hold on to what he has now for as long as he is able.

"I am interested." Hob doesn't have to hesitate to answer. Does Loki mean.. right now? Hob stops himself from second guessing it. That's the very thing that's had them waiting for so long. Looking for that right moment. Maybe the right moment is after breakfast, and they can spend the rest of the day in bed together, if that's what they want.

"Can I.. tempt you to join me in the bedroom?" Hob offers in a humorous but flirty voice.

He'll get no argument from Loki on that. Though Loki is well aware of how quickly things can change, Norns know he's experienced enough of that in his life already, but he prefers not to think about it. He's much happier living in the present without the worry of imminent death hanging over them.

Really, Loki means he's ready whenever Hob is. He wouldn't turn him down right now, or ever really, but if Hob would prefer to wait, Loki wouldn't fault him either.

Loki grins, his cheeks heating a little as Hob confirms and then asks himself. Part of him is actually a little nervous. Loki hasn't gone to bed with anyone in longer than he wants to remember and it's certainly never been with someone he's in love with. But that's hardly going to stop him.

"You most certainly can tempt me. Though honestly, you wouldn't have to try very hard to get me into bed. I am a sucker for a handsome face, after all."

"Well then, let's leave the plates." Hob can clean them up later. He tries to feel cool about it as he gets out of his chair, but there's a clear blush on his face that's threatening to take over his ears. It certainly will once they get into the bedroom.

Once Loki is up, Hob steps around to take his hand and lead Loki into his bedroom. It's not like they haven't slept next to each other plenty of times before, but the intent is different, which makes Hob chuckle awkwardly.

Honestly, the plates don't even cross Loki's mind. He's forgotten they were even eating. His whole consciousness now focused on Hob and nothing else. If anything, later he'll magic them clean and put away. He suspects he won't want to let Hob leave his bed any time soon.

As they make their way to the bedroom, Loki squeezes Hob's hand, a silly grin playing on his face as he feels his heart rate pick up. Is he nervous? It might have been a long time since Loki took anyone to bed like this, but he can't ever remember feeling nervous about it before. But Hob is special. Loki wants to show him just how special he thinks he is. And that comes with a bit of worry for Loki, but it's the good time because he has to admit, he's excited too.

Once in the room, Loki pulls Hob into his arms and kisses him firmly, wanting to sweep him off his feet.

Loki is incredibly special to Hob. He's like no one else Hob has ever been with, so the excitement that comes with new experiences is threatening to make his heart leap out of his chest. As Loki pulls him in, Hob is momentarily surprised by the firmness of the kiss, then melts into it and wraps his arms around Loki, clutching Loki to him.

A hungry groan escapes his parted lips as he kisses his love in return. He's wanted to be more passionate with Loki for so long, it's hard not to respond eagerly. To want more. Even if he also wants to make it last. But, they do have as much time as they want. Who says they can't enjoy themselves more than once? Or twice, even, provided Hob has energy left.

The moment Hob melts into him, Loki finds himself wrapping his arms around Hob, holding him close in return. It's like now that he's finally given in to this side of their relationship, he's starving for more. How could he have let this go so long? If he's honest, he's wanted this for a long time, but didn't know how to go about it. Every time they slept next to each other, he'd longed to reach out and ask for more, but he'd always chickened out. Loki doesn't typically think of someone that is easily scared, but things have always been different with Hob and he's always been a little worried that he would push too hard or too far.

But the flood gates are open now and the only thing that could turn him back is Hob changing his mind. Norns he hopes Hob doesn't want to change his mind.

If there's one thing that Loki has in these situations, it's stamina. He'll happily go as many times as Hob can manage, though he wouldn't mind a nap or two in between as he suspects that Hob will have his number quickly.

Hob may not have Loki's years, but he's got far more experience than a mortal should, and yet, he was still trying to find the right time to express his feelings. Maybe having eternity is a hindrance too, at times, though they don't know what will happen when their time in this world is over. It's important to seize the moment, and he's so glad they've finally taken this one.

After a few more intense kisses, Hob takes a small step back, but just for a bit of room so his hands can undo the buckle of Loki's trousers. He's given a small tug from the waistband as Hob smiles against his lips, taking him closer to the bed with him.

The real truth of the matter is, Hob has more experience with these things than Loki, mortal or not. Even if Hob hadn't been blessed with eternal life, Loki can't imagine Hob living even an average human life span and not having at least one partner and likely a family. Loki has had trysts and one-night stands. Rarely has he ever even considered wanting more than that.

But Hob, is of course, the exception. Now that he has him, Loki will do everything in his power to keep Hob safe and happy. No matter where they are, or what's happening. Even if they are not physically together, Loki will make sure he's okay.

A shiver runs through Loki's whole body when Hob begins to undo his pants. He feels almost like a teenager having his first time, except with more experience. Loki grins at Hob, his eyes dark and searching as he takes in the beauty of his partner and moves with him as they shift closer to the bed. As they move, he pulls at the bottom of Hob's shirt and sneaks his hands up underneath, wanting to touch the warm skin of his abdomen.

Although Hob has been married before and even had children, one love does not overshadow another for him. They all meant something to him just as Loki does. It seems like someone comes into his life at just the right time, even if he didn't realize he needed it. Here and now, Loki is that person, and Hob has wanted to show Loki how he feels.

As Loki's hands pass under his shirt, Hob's skin warms under the touch. Mildly ticklish, there's a soft laugh and a smile as he delivers another quick kiss. Then, Hob reaches to the bottom of his shirt and pulls it up and over his head, tossing it aside as he takes a seat on the bed. How he's managed to remain reasonably fit, despite all of Loki's home cooking, is beyond him, but he's glad he hasn't gained too much weight to get self-conscious about.

There was a time, not all that long ago, where Loki might be jealous of that. But only might be. When Loki was young and angry it certainly would've been in his nature at the time, but he isn't totally sure he was capable of love at that time. Can one really love someone else when they do not love themselves?

Loki doesn't think so, not now anyway.

It has taken a very long time for Loki to start liking himself, to be someone he actually believes deserves love and just as Hob is thinking, it seems love has come into his life just when he needed it the most. No matter what happens in the future, no matter how things eventually play out, Hob will always be important to Loki and he will always love him. It is, as they say, you never get over your first love.

Loki's eyes follow Hob's movement intently as he pulls off his shirt. He couldn't imagine the other man not looking attractive no matter how fat he got. But that isn't something they can know now as all Loki sees is a handsome and fit man who somehow wants him in return. He runs his hands over the exposed skin now shown off for him.

As Hob sits, Loki removes his own shirt, showing off his unfairly defined muscles before he steps over to the bed to stand between Hob's legs. He reaches down and brushes some hair from Hob's forehead before bending down to kiss him deeply once more.

Hob is just a man. Maybe an immortal man, but still, just a human man. He really doesn't think he deserves the love or attention of a god, and yet, Loki wants him. Maybe he sells himself a bit short. He did, somehow, attract the attention of two Endless in a tavern one fateful day. Why? Luck? What else could it be?

But Hob isn't going to turn away this gift of Loki's love just because he can't figure out why in the hell Loki would want him instead of another. It's all the more baffling when Loki removes his clothing and puts on display the most perfect looking body Hob has ever seen.

Hob reaches for his love, even as Loki runs a hand over his thick patch of chest hair. He tilts his face up to accept the kiss, arms wrapping around the stunning god to pull him closer.

If there's one thing that Loki has come to understand more in the last few years it's that being a god is not all it's cracked up to be. If anything, it now only makes him feel like he should be doing more to help. It doesn't make him any better, per se, just that he has different abilities and he should be using them for good.

Though luck might have been involved, at least when it comes to things like time and place, Loki would say it really has more to do with Hob himself. There is something about him, something special that Loki can't really put his finger on. Not that it matters why Hob is special, just that he is is enough. For Loki specifically though, why Hob is it for him is simply down to how the man makes him feel. To have someone as nice and good as Hob actually think well of him, it's more than Loki ever could've asked for and certainly more than he deserves.

Hob doesn't not have to try hard to pull him closer, Loki goes easily with the movements. It has been so long since he's gone to bed with anyone, but it isn't something that has really bothered him. At heart, Loki is a bit of a romantic and prefers to do these things only with people who truly matter to him, and Hob certainly tops that list.

He moves in as close as he can as they continue to kiss before he pushes lightly at Hob's shoulders, urging him to lie back so Loki can properly climb into his lap.

There was a time when Hob was young (immortally speaking) and sowed plenty of wild oats. These days, he's much more particular and understands that the feelings behind the act are what truly make it wonderful. He knows being with Loki will mean so much to him.

Hob lies back onto the bed, bringing Loki with him as he moves over his body. His own body feels like it's buzzing with excitement with every kiss and touch. His hands smooth over Loki's firm chest, feeling each defined muscle. Briefly, Hob remembers watching Loki fight in the arena and how he moved with such grace and precision, and now that perfectly honed body is right on top of him.

"Loki, I want you so badly." Hob's voice is breathless with desire as he kisses his way up Loki's chest to his throat.

The idea that Hob sowed his wild oats in his youth would hardly surprise Loki. He imagines someone as handsome and nice as he is would probably have to fight suitors off with a stick. Loki is no virgin himself, of course, and he certainly had some fun in his youth, but sex has hardly been in the forefront of his mind for quite some time now.

Not until Hob came into his life though. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought of this a million times already and honestly doesn't know what took them so long. He feels jittery with anticipation now that it's finally happening.

A shiver runs through him as Hob's hands deftly move over his skin and he sighs into another kiss. The further this goes, the more right it feels and honestly, Loki can't ever remember feeling so sure about anything before in his whole long life.

"And you may have me, in any way you wish. I have never desired anyone so much as I desire you." Loki's voice is equally breathless as he tilts his head back, giving Hob more room to kiss his way up his body. "Tell me, tell me how you want me. I want to give you everything you need."

Hob knows he's practically trembling with excitement. He really needs to calm down or this is not going to last very long. Although they did say they could spend all day in bed, so more than one round of passion is probably in the cards. Either way, Hob still wants to savor every moment. Every kiss and every touch.

Loki's words are almost overwhelming. Hob doesn't even know where to start. His hands move up Loki's body again. "Like this. I love seeing you. All of you." And he has such a perfect view on his back. Whether Loki rides him or takes him matters not to Hob. Wherever they start will be only the beginning.

Hob isn't the only one practically vibrating from anticipation. Loki has always been okay with waiting for the right moment, at least when it comes to his relationship with Hob, but now that they're here, like this, and this is happening, Loki feels like he can hardly contain himself. He means it, he's never wanted anyone quite like he wants Hob. Thinks that perhaps he really is truly in love with him and realizes now that it would be a first.

"And I love being seen by you, though I admit that seeing you in return is indeed something I will treasure always. Now scoot up the bed, get comfortable and I will show you exactly how I feel about you." Loki shifts enough so that Hob can move freely and waits for him to be in position before he starts to move himself.

Hob has to remind himself to breathe, but every time he looks at Loki's beautiful form, he finds he has to catch his breath. There's a small nod, and Hob scoots further into bed to lie properly on the mattress, though his head remains slightly lifted so he can watch Loki as he moves.

Before Loki continues, Hob reaches to touch him wherever he might, whether it's his arm or his chest, he makes contact.

"I love you, Loki." He just wanted to say that.

As Hob moves into position, Loki can't help but watch him. His eyes run over Hob's body as he takes in his handsome partner and thinks how lucky he is. He's no virgin, but this is the first time he's gone to bed with anyone he truly loves. He's never felt so lucky in his life to have found someone so wonderful and he plans on showing him just how much he appreciates him.

Loki crawls up over Hob's body and perches over him on all fours as he looks down at him, caught off guard momentarily by Hob's words. Loki leans down and kisses him fully before pulling back. "I love you too, more than anything."

As Loki leans down, Hob lifts his hands to wrap his fingers around the back of his head and into his hair, kissing him firmly in return. Loki must have been around for so long compared to Hob, though he's not in the habit of asking anyone their age. To think Loki could love him more than anything feels too impossible to be true, but he believes Loki's words. It's not just pillow talk.

"Then I want to be with you. And find the perfect spot for our little house, too, so we can live there together."

Loki can't help the deep sigh that escapes him as Hob's hand winds into his hair and he kisses him back. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to it, being able to kiss Hob like this. And now more. For a long time Loki thought he had everything worked out, especially when he was sitting on his throne back at the TVA. His life's work became all about the continued growth and survival of the multiverse, never did he think anything like this would happen.

And yet here he is, with the most wonderful man he's ever met and he can't help but hope this lasts forever, even if he does still worry about what is happening back home. He can be a little selfish sometimes, can't he?

Joy fills him at Hob's words. He reaches to touch Hob's face, almost like he can't quite believe he is real. "Then that is what we shall do. But not until after we finish here." He teases lightly, a small but giddy smile dancing on his face and in his eyes.

Home Again - Closed

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/slaps nsfw here

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new icons, same hob

He's so handsome!

<3

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