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“I know.”

Loki had been calmly following the wobbly Doctor until he saw his light and slender frame lean against the wall. Before he could completely fall to the ground and hurt himself, the God had caught him, his hand maintaining a strong grip around his arm. Without much effort, he flung the time traveler’s arm over his shoulders, wrapping his other free arm around his waist. “Let’s get you somewhere to lie down.”

“Can I... Uh...” Koschei stared at where Theta was sat in his bed, quiet, and if he hadn’t spoken he’d have just slipped back into his own bed.

Usually Theta was the one to crawl into his bed at night, he wasn’t on the other end of the request.

There was a moment after he said it that the Master wondered if he said the right thing. Made the right call. He seemed so... Confused? Worried? Was he not supposed to say that?

Oh. 

He was staring up at the Doctor, eyes wide. He hadn’t been around much- often enough to offer that, at least, but there’d been a few good times he’d ran off in his own TARDIS for a day or two- or more. He just... Didn’t know how to handle it. Really, he kept second guessing if the Doctor properly wanted him around or he just pitied him- but he was sure he’d think that for ages, honestly. 

“Oi, you.” 

The Master sat down dramatically, before swinging his arms around the other, pulling the Doctor as close as he could on the first try. 

“Yes, you. The mopey one. Why are you moping?” he asked, leaning in to kiss his cheek, then up to kiss across his cheekbone and so on as he pulled the other close. 

MEET  A  MUSE  / /  MEME  / /  ACCEPTING

❝  NO ONE IS SUPPOSED TO BE DOWN HERE.  ❞  dropping the Starkpad he’d been working on onto the table, DUM-E moved around it to face the newcomer. they were unfamiliar, not one in the DATABASE or on the list of those with clearance into Mr. Stark’s lab. arms folding across his chest, the android sent off a quick ALERT to FRIDAY and Vision as he inched closer.  ❝  STATE YOUR NAME and business.   ❞

/ / / /    ——   DUM-E, Tony Stark’s AI turned Android, on my multi.

                  It is, Dirk cannot help but acknowledge, a rather pleasant change not to be the one looking completely befuddled by the goings-on of the universe. The dashing blush that sizzles ever so hotly across the Doctor’s flustered face is a downright banquet for any gaze quite as tired of being met with disgruntlement as Dirk’s own. In fact, he wouldn’t in the least mind to see it become a MUCH more frequent occurrence! Starting, perhaps --- now.

                  “ Oh --- ” He claps an amicable hand onto the time traveller’s nicely bejacketed shoulder and leans in on tip-toes to plant a second, even chirpier smooch on his cheek. It’s a good cheek for friendly pecks, bearing all the qualities of smoothness and warmth and delicacy Dirk’s lips are so infinitely fond of. “ Surely you don’t mean to tell me that you don’t receive daily thank-you kisses left and right, what with being the kindest, most fashionable doctor anyone’s ever met in all of space and time! ”