Do wrong right

Es war eine gute Show gewesen. Ganz wie früher. Kleine Gigs, wenig Geld aber viel Enthusiasmus aus dem Publikum, dessen Menge an Köpfen man im Blick behalten konnte. Nur dass diese Menge ganz anders gekleidet war... und es auf dem gesamen Gelände nach Heu und etwas Tierdung roch. Der wenig mittelalterbegeisterte Teil der Band war etwas angefressen gewesen, als Loki und seine engsten Jungs gesagt haben, dass sie ein Jahr Pause machen und sich auf ihr kleines Nebenprojekt konzentrieren wollten. Aber das war ihm doch egal. Besonders als er so schön verschwitzt und in Hochstimmung direkt nach dem Auftritt zur Bar schenderte. In die Menge hinein. Ein Traum.

Loki hatte sich gerade einen Krug Met bestellt und ausgehändigt bekommen als er ein schrilles Quitschen hinter ihm hörte.

Nach einigen weiteren Eskapaden hatten die beides es geschafft Sigyn neu einzukleiden. Loki hatte sein bestes getan ihr Dinge anzudrehen und war ihr wie ein aufmerksamer Wachhund gefolgt, der alles einsammelte, das Sigyn verliebt anschaute. Langsam aber sicher begannen Lokis Beine vom vielen Rumstehen wehzutun und sein Magen meldete sich ebenfalls zu Wort. Es wurde langsam Zeit seinem Plan weiterzufolgen und die Blonde in ein Restaurant zu buchsieren.

Als sie das Lokal betraten kamen ihnen gerade drei bedröppelt dreinschauende Menschen entgegen. Es sah voll aus. Vermutlich waren die drei aufgrund mangelnder Plätze gerade weggeschickt worden. Zum Glück hatte der Popstar ein gewisses Vorrecht in diesem Restaurant, welches immerhin eines seiner Lieblingslokale war. Die Kellnerin mit den kurzen blonden Haaren schaute kurz griesgrämig von ihrer Arbeit herauf, als sie den Neuzugang bemerkte. Als Loki seine Sonnenbrille abnahm und sie anlächelte, wich der Gram in ihrem Gesicht einem professionellen Lächeln. “Kommen Sie hier entlang.”, sagte sie zu Sigyn und Loki und führte sie durch das volle Etablissement in eine geschützte kleine Ecke. In dieser standen einige wenige Tische und der Lärm der anderen Gäste wurde durch den stylischen Sichtschutz gezügelt.

//Vali and Fitz. I had fun drawing this. Trying to draw more to get better at it.

All he could do was blink and rub his hand over his skin soothingly, his heart breaking for him. He looked around briefly and evaluated if it was safe for him to pull him in his arm and kiss his lips softly but they would be caught. The risk for just a moment of comfort outweighed the risk of them being kept apart or one of them being asked to leave. 

He raised an eyebrow at Vali speaking to his father, using names for things he had never heard before. He felt out of the loop not knowing even basic words in his boyfriends native language. He looked to Loki as the wild looking man stood up from the table and he nodded as to say he had Vali and the upset looking young man would not be alone. 

Fitz couldn’t help but frown and tilt his head as he could just watch as Vali tried his best to stop himself from sobbing. “Oh baby, I wish I could help” he mumbled. “Tonight we get to cuddle and kiss all we like” he whispered as he carefully placed a quick kiss to his head before Loki got back. “You can tell me anything sweetheart” he told him sweetly. 

He appreciated the coffee, he knew he would be buzzing with caffeine if he drunk both of the drinks that night. He lent back a little giving Vali some space to breathe. “Oh gosh a fika” he repeated feeling silly at the possibility he might have pronounced it wrong. “Is it a type of coffee?” he asked as he reached for a jam cookie to eat. 

Vali’s dad had been blowing on his coffee and taken a few tiny sips, watching the boys from above the colorful bruises on his cheeks. He seemed surprised, but intrigued to be suddenly addressed by his son’s new American boyfriend. The smirk appearing on his scarred lips put Fitz’ to shame. He hummed in thought against the rim of the cup for a second before he answered: “It’s gonna be interesting. You’re interesting. My dear son here...”, Loki glanced at Vali his humour in his eyes, “...may be of the opinion that he shouldn’t be in here, I think I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t get him kicked out, though. Vali rolled his eyes very, very exasperatedly. “Dad, seriously. I bet you’re happy to have me out of the house again, huh?” Vali really did think so, but he said it hoping it would be understood as pure banter. Now it was Loki’s turn to roll his eyes, which he has made an art out of. “No, I’d rather have you home, but this isn’t a bad idea. ...honestly, this place is so... nice.” Glancing around the decorated, calm cafe room, green hedges and a few cozy looking benches and chairs standing outside the front windows, Loki raised his eyebrows. Vali had come to group therapy alone everytime and this was the first time Loki saw the clinic from the inside. Finally, something Vali could agree on. “I know, right?”, he answered with a grin and picked up his cookie again, still having a hold of Fitz’ hand under the table.

Sie lachte leise bei seinem Blick und schmunzelnd zog sie sanft an seinem Hemd, sie wusste genau wo seine Gedanken hingingen, nicht schwer nachdem sie es immer noch nicht geschafft hatten miteinander zu schlafen nach drei versuchen. “Hm und teilt Gott sein Werk nicht mit allen oder will er es nur für sich haben?” fragte sie leise und fixierte seine Augen.

“Das ist nicht fair.”, hauchte Loki und merkte, dass es sich die Lippen leckte, wie ein Halbverhungerter vor der Schaufenster eines Süßigkeitenladens, oder eben wie ein total notgeiler Creep. Er lief rot an und antwortete diesen teuflisch blauen Augen: “Wenn du so durch den Laden spazieren willst, halte ich dich nicht zurück, sondern laufe dir entzückt hinterher. Ich weiß nur nicht ob du dir bewusst darüber bist wie heiß du aussiehst.” Mit etwas Mühe brachte er sein Grinsen zurück. “Die Wildcard ist aber sowas von gekauft.”

He picked a full fat, full sugar coke. He forgot that anyone else was in the room as he pressed the numbers and watched his drink take the plunge down to the bottom of the machine for a second worrying about the impact and any damage his drink my get. On opening the lap and seeing the drink survived his journey he held it with both hands enjoying the coldness on the palms of his hands. 

Fitz walked back to the table hesitant on opening the drink, he didn’t want it to explode everywhere, he was already due to be told off later on by Eric and whoever wanted to join in on scolding him. He climbed over the back of his chair in the most inhuman way. “I got it” he announced as he sat with his knees against his chest and his back against the wall. “Gosh, thank you Sir. I was looking over and thinking how much I miss fizzy drinks” he talked as he carefully eased open the drink thankful that it didn’t spill. He poured the drink into his mouth and immediately had a smile on his face at the way it made his mouth fizzle and the sugar sliding down his throat. 

To Vali’s regret, this caught Fitz’s attention and he removed the curtain of messy hair shielding him from the world. “’M okay, beb.”, he mumbled and tried to pull himself together. He probably really didn’t look okay (he didn’t feel okay either). Pressing his lips together Vali concentrated on the feeling of Fitz’ skin on his and attempted to stop the thoughts circling his head. They ranged from worries mortals knew quite well, like love, emotional connections, the blocking of such and the absence of love, to godly worries such as: What exactly was he supposed ‘not to react to like this’? He had a feeling, but did not want to accept this realization into his world right now. A few moments ago he’d closed his eyes and when he opened them again they felt less hot and wet, he was getting there. Sucking the few tears which had instead taken the way down the back of his nose and throat down down with an ugly noise, Vali uncurled and managed to throw his father a pissed but non-chalant look. “This is the saddest fika, get us some kaffe.”, he told Loki while holding eye contact. The guarded look left his bearded face and he just nodded and got up to get them something to drink.

Vali turned to Fitz fully, weirdly nervous, and took a better hold of his broad hand. “Sorry, babe, I’m okay. Just... talked about some heavy shit for a minute.” He almost kissed Fitz in this moment and the only thing stopping him was that he’d seen some fellow patients from their ward enter the cafe room out of the corner of his eye. “I...”, he chewed on his lip and tasted a little bit of blood before bringing himself to meet Fitz’ worried dark eyes again, “I think I’ll tell you later, I don’t know what, but I’ll tell you something.”, Vali whispered and a small after quake hit him and his eyes felt uncomfortably warm again. With his other hand Vali reached for a chocolate chip cookie to distract himself. After a second he’d collected himself again and said: “I adore you, babe, I hope just as much as you adore that coke.” Finally a smirk returned to his lips and he glanced at Fitz’ drink. “When it comes to alcoholic drinks, I’ll just guess you also love the sweet ones? I make some mean cocktails. After we’re out of here I’ll get you smashed, bitch, prepare.”

@valihasablog

Loki lächelte auf Sigyns Worte hin. Und wie ihm das gefallen würde. Er wurde gerne verwöhnt und sanft angefasst.