@talentedliarloki / continued from here.
STEVE UNDERSTOOD THE CONDITIONS. THE TERMS. he wasn't entirely thrilled about using loki's talents. because. well, that much was obvious. nobody needed explaining. he had been more than alert. watching as the frost giant swept through the alley as if he owned it. the cape fluttering through the air.
LOKI WAS ALWAYS THE FASHIONABLE SORT. that had been more than noticed. gaze sweeps the alleyway. something was off. steve didn't like this. he snatched for loki abruptly; he might apologize for it later. now they're dissolved in shadows. but the threat seemed alive still. he's considering calling in reinforcements. his eyes drift, lower, catching that lip bite.
A RAGGED BREATH ESCAPES THAT HE DOESN'T BOTHER TO CATCH. in order to keep the hound off the scent, he'd have to act fast. he could more than handle this on his own and perhaps it'd be better if they didn't have company lingering to catch what is about to unfurl.
FINGERS COILED INTO THE ENDS OF LOKI'S HAIR. a defining distraction for the criminal. before steve's mouth descends upon his. he is making sure that most of loki's body is obscured by his own. at first, the kiss is barely felt, almost a wisp. but as the moments pass... something else hungers.
