[Somehow, in the short amount of time it took Loki to arrive, Taako has acquired a silk kimono (is there anything underneath it, who knows) and a glass of wine for him to hold delicately as he sprawls on the chaise in his room like he's about to be painted like a french girl.
Because as if he was gonna let this happen while he was bumming around the house in sweats.
He doesn't hesitate to meet Loki's gaze, he's an idiot but he's not a coward and if they're doing this he's going to do it properly. He does have to bite his lip as Loki talks, partly to hide the laughter that's threatening to spill, though there's maybe a tiny bit of colour on his cheeks.
Still, once the little speech is done, Taako simply raises an eyebrow, shooting Loki an almost cool look, and keeps his voice even.]
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Because as if he was gonna let this happen while he was bumming around the house in sweats.
He doesn't hesitate to meet Loki's gaze, he's an idiot but he's not a coward and if they're doing this he's going to do it properly. He does have to bite his lip as Loki talks, partly to hide the laughter that's threatening to spill, though there's maybe a tiny bit of colour on his cheeks.
Still, once the little speech is done, Taako simply raises an eyebrow, shooting Loki an almost cool look, and keeps his voice even.]
And yet you still won't fuck me.