"Brand New World"--Nocturne
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freezingrayneTitle: Brand New World
Author:freezingrayne
Fandom: Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne
Pairing: Chiaki/Loki
Warnings: Xeno, size difference
Teaser: “Can a demon buy the lady a drink?” he asks, and his voice is shockingly normal, sonorous and deep. The smile isn’t quite so human—wide and wily with two many teeth.
Chiaki isn’t exactly sure what she’s expecting when she enters Nix’s Lounge, but this definitely isn’t it. The lighting is low and moody, a sleek black bar running the length of the wall. There’s a…a woman standing behind it, though she’s not really a woman at all—too thin in some places and two wide in others, the tips of her fingers ending in curved talons, her eyes gleaming like polished buttons.
Music is playing from somewhere, some sort of mellow jazz that doesn’t go with Chiaki’s idea of demons at all, though she doesn’t really know what does. Death metal, maybe? Something without a saxophone, at least
A couple of the demons glance up when she walks in, exchanging glances. Chiaki tenses—perhaps this isn’t such a good idea after all—but then they back to what they’d been doing, drinking, talking in low voices, playing cards in the corner. Only one of them keeps looking at her—one of the more humanoid species, although he’s bigger than any man Chiaki has ever and his skin is a rather shocking shade of purple.
Chiaki almost considers leaving at that point.
But no, she can’t. She’s made up her mind to accept this new world, to try to live in it as best she can, and she’s going to do that, no matter how frightening it is.
She crosses the room and sits down at the bar. The woman with the claws raises a painted eyebrow, but she doesn’t comment. There isn’t any sort of menu, and Chiaki doesn’t really know what she’d order even if there was. She’s never even been in a human bar before—all her alcoholic experience had been with Isamu and Naoki, sneaking liquor from her parents’ house and drinking it in a huddle in the backyard, thrilled at their own daring.
There’s a clatter beside her and she looks round to see the big, purple-skinned demon seated next to her. He’s dressed in a draped sort of robe-thing, like an ancient Greek, and there are big gold earrings in his pointed ears.
“Can a demon buy the lady a drink?” he asks, and his voice is shockingly normal, sonorous and deep. The smile isn’t quite so human—wide and wily with two many teeth.
“I guess,” Chiaki says after a moment, and because that sounds less than grateful, she adds, “Of course.”
The demon twitches his fingers at the lady behind the bar. “What are you drinking, sweetheart?”
Chiaki glances down the bar, surveying the demons with their glasses full of noxiously green liquid, of congealed sludge that looks like it’s been siphoned out an oil well. One of them, a squat little thing all covered in hair, is drinking something that is actually smoking.
“Anything that won’t kill me,” she says after a moment. “Or make me too sick.”
“What about drunk?” the purple demon asks. “Is drunk alright?”
“Sure.” It’s not like there’s anyone here to arrest her for being underage, and she’s pretty sure that if any of the demons were planning on killing her, they would have done it already. Maybe they don’t think she’s worth it, or maybe Nyx doesn’t like violence in their lounge, whoever Nyx is.
The demon says something in a slow, hissing language that slithers its way along Chiaki’s spine, raising gooseflesh on her arms. The lady demon behind the bar sniffs at him, but she moves smoothly into action, pulling a glass out and doing the sort of things to it that bartenders do.
“The name’s Loki, by the way,” the purple demon says, as he slides Chiaki her drink. It’s a deep amber color, like beer, but it seems to shine from the inside, like something about it isn’t quite right.
“I’m Chiaki,” she responds.
“Don’t see many human girls around here,” Loki says, as he accepts another drink from the bartender, one of the acid-green things that fizzes lightly when he sips.
“Because they’re all dead?” Chiaki guesses.
“Heh. Pretty much.” The music changes slightly, becomes more upbeat, and across the room one of the angels starts to dance, slowly and completely out of sync with the music.
“How’d you manage to survive, then?” he prompts, when she doesn’t say anything else.
“Guess I was just…lucky.” Chiaki sips the drink. It tastes…sort of like beer, and sort of not. Like this place is Tokyo, but not. She can’t decide if she likes it. “Right place at the right time.”
Loki finishes up his drink and licks his lips clean with a long pink tongue. “You scared?” he asks. It’s not teasing—more like…flirting, if Chiaki really thinks about it. This big, robed, purple demon is flirting with her.
Chiaki is about to say no, of course she isn’t scared, but then she shuts her mouth and makes herself think about it. No point in lying, really, is there? Can’t the demon smell her fear?
“A little,” she admits, after a moment. “Probably not as much as I should be.”
Loki chuckles. “I like you,” he says, raising the fresh drink the bartender has slid in front of him.
“Thanks,” Chiaki answers automatically, a little confused, taking another sip of her drink.
“You can’t drink it like that,” Loki says.
Chiaki frowns. “What?”
“Like you’re afraid of it, or something.” Loki licks his tongue slowly over his teeth. “Lots of things bite in this place, but not that.”
“How am I supposed to drink it then?” Chiaki asks, grinning in spite of herself.
“Like this.” Loki throws his drink back, gulping it down all the way.
Chiaki laughs, considering the amber liquid, before tipping it back, draining it in one draft. By the end she’s chuckling and feeling a little light-headed, though she thinks it’s probably from lack of oxygen than from the alcohol. Loki is looking at her likes he’s impressed.
“See?” he says. “It’s much better that way.”
“Yeah. I guess you’re right.”
“I got a room in the back,” Loki says. He’s nearly touching her arm now, claws ghosting over the curve of her elbow, making her shiver. “You want to see?”
Chiaki isn’t stupid—she knows what he’s asking her. She’s spoken grown-up long enough to know what “Do you want to see my room?” means.
“Sure,” she says, after a moment. Hadn’t she been complaining just last week that she was sick of meeting the same old sort of boys?
Loki grins really wide at that, standing up and leading the way. He calls something to the demon behind that bar, in the slow, slithery language—the one that makes Chiaki’s stomach do a lazy roll. She realizes that what she’s doing is probably very dangerous, and more than a little stupid, and she sort of doesn’t care. Besides, she thinks that if Loki wanted to do something—kill her or drain her like she’s seen demons do to each other—he wouldn’t have bothered to buy her a drink and strike up a conversation. She seriously doubts that any of the demons would have been morally opposed to it. It had felt more like a come on than a hunter stalking its prey.
“See?” Loki says when they enter the room in the back. “It’s a nice room.”
It was definitely one of the nicer rooms she’d seen since the Conception, as in it wasn’t covered in blood or ripped to shreds or full of some hellish sort of nightmare scape. “It’s nice,” she agrees. There are a few couches and a little coffee table, a pile of furs in the corner that looks like a bed, or the closest thing she’s seen to one in the last few days.
“I had some nicer stuff, but some little striped shithead broke in and stole it.” Loki sprawls on one of the couches, throwing back his cape, like a king mounting his throne. “Killed my guard too.”
“Oh.” Chiaki’s pretty sure she knows who the little striped shithead is. “That sucks.”
Loki shrugs; and oddly human gesture on someone who looks anything but. “I don’t mind. Can always find more stuff.” He’s standing really close to her, and Chiaki’s beginning to realize just how much bigger he is than her. That makes something go off in her stomach, an expected rush of arousal going through her. She wonders if that makes her weird.
Chiaki is about to ask whether demons kiss, when Loki wraps two big hands around her waist, pulling her down onto one of the couches. It’s not a kiss so much as his tongue pushing into her mouth to writhe against hers, but it still feels good, and the sensation of his hands, so big they nearly cover the whole of her back, make her stomach clench.
“I’ve never fucked a human before,” Loki says slyly. His hands have moved to her breasts, kneading softly, pulling a tiny noise from her throat.
“I have,” she answers. “It’s not really that exciting.”
Both of her boyfriends had been all about getting her into bed, but when they got there they hadn’t really known what to do with her. Neither of them had been very good at getting her off, which hadn’t bothered her that much. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t do it herself.
Loki makes a noise that sounds sort of like a purr, scratching a claw against her nipple, rubbing it through the denim of her dress. His tongue flicks out to lick at her neck and she shudders.
“You…you seem to know what you’re doing,” she says, a little breathlessly.
“Well, you know. Some demons are human-shaped. Sort of.”
He picks her up, easily, as if she weighs nothing at all, carrying her across the room and depositing her down onto the bed of furs. He leans down over her, and her heartbeat spikes at the sight of his teeth, talons, the way that there is hardly anything human about him.
I’m about to have sex with a demon, she thinks, and the idea doesn’t scare her anywhere near as much as it probably should.
Loki has some trouble with the zipper on her dress, and it looks like he’s thinking about just tearing it off.
“Here, let me,” she says. It’s her only outfit, and as much as she’s determined to get used to this new world she really doesn’t want to walk around naked. Loki makes a low, curious sort of noise when she gets it off, running the pads of his hands along her ribs.
“You have nice skin. It’s so pale.” He buries his face against the dip of her stomach, hair tickling lightly. “And you smell like magatsuhi.” His tongue flicks out against her belly, making her giggle, which he seems rather perplexed by. Maybe demons aren’t ticklish.
The giggles turn to a moan when he reaches her breasts, laving across them with a tongue that is probably twice the width of a human’s and three times as long. She’s wet between her legs, thighs sliding together as she sits up to try to pull at his robe. He helps her, pulling it aside.
His cock is huge, but she’d been expecting that. At least he’s shaped more or less like a human guy, though the foreskin pulls back into some odd ridges, which look sort of weird but make Chiaki squirm when she thinks about how they’d feel. And, of course, it's purple--flushed darker than his skin, but still purple all the same.
Loki gives himself a few strokes, grinning. “Do you think you can take it?” he asks. “You can suck on it instead, if you want.”
That thought sends a tingling rush of arousal through Chiaki. She’d kind of gotten the impression that girls aren’t supposed to like doing that, but it’s never bothered her. It even gets her hot, thinking about. Even if that makes her a slut, that sort of thing matters even less now than it did before.
She wants to do it, but she wants something else even more.
“I can take it,” she says softly. The way he’s looking at her—she’s never had anyone look at her like that before, human or demon.
Loki takes her by the hips, rolls her over like she weighs nothing. She’s on her hands and knees, spreading her legs, cheeks heating up. It irritates her a little, that she’s blushing. She hasn’t been embarrassed yet with all of this, hell if she’s going to start now.
Then Loki comes up behind her and she doesn’t have the brain capacity to be embarrassed, because he’s pushing into her in a long, slow slide. He feels even bigger than he looked, and for a moment Chiaki thinks she’ll have to ask him to stop, really find out of this demon is as nice as he seems to be. But then he pulls out and pushes back in, so big that her legs are shaking, and she moans, grabbing two fistfuls of the furs, making an animal noise that makes him growl in response.
It helps that she’s so hot for it, slick and eager, moaning as he splays a giant hand against her, pushing her further into the furs, the five points of his claws prickling against her back.
“Ahhh…fuck,” she gasps, as he thrusts harder. His claws rake down her back, not enough to break the skin, but enough to make her clench down around him. “Fuck!”
“I’m…nnn…” Loki’s breaths are ragged. “You feel good.”
Arms wrap around her waist, pulling her back, lifting her up until she’s impaled on his cock. That is too much, and Chiaki writhes, until he catches her around the thighs, moving her up and down. It’s goes from too much to, oh god, just perfect. She’s so full and it feels so good, the knowledge that she is completely at Loki’s mercy, held tight as he thrusts up into her, driving her gasps up into breathy moans.
Loki’s making tiny growling noises, striking deep. A few more thrusts and he holds her there, shuddering hard and letting out a deep, rumbling roar.
Chiaki is trembling where he lays her down on the furs, hair slicked to her neck, aching, needing to finish.
“God…” she gasps. “Please, I--.”
Loki grins, all teeth. He spreads her legs, leaning in and letting his tongue snake into her. Chiaki cries out, twitching her hips, moaning as he teases her clit, slow, before getting faster and faster. Pleasure builds inside her like a tide, and he doesn’t let up, takes her there and over, shaking and shuddering as she comes.
It takes her a little while to catch her breath, Loki just sitting back and watching her, eyes narrowed and bright, the fire in them burning down to a low glow. It’s a satisfied look, but also the sort that says mine.
Chiaki isn’t sure what the protocol is after something like this, so she smiles cautiously and says, “Thanks.”
Loki grins, licking his lips with that long tongue. “You can stay in here,” he announces. “And if you want to, you can leave.” He’s getting up, grabbing his robe, probably planning on going back to whatever he’d been doing before she’d come into the longue.
Chiaki shrugs. “I don’t have anywhere to be, really.”
Loki cocks his head to the side. “Then, I’ll be back later.”
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freezingrayneFandom: Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne
Pairing: Chiaki/Loki
Warnings: Xeno, size difference
Teaser: “Can a demon buy the lady a drink?” he asks, and his voice is shockingly normal, sonorous and deep. The smile isn’t quite so human—wide and wily with two many teeth.
Chiaki isn’t exactly sure what she’s expecting when she enters Nix’s Lounge, but this definitely isn’t it. The lighting is low and moody, a sleek black bar running the length of the wall. There’s a…a woman standing behind it, though she’s not really a woman at all—too thin in some places and two wide in others, the tips of her fingers ending in curved talons, her eyes gleaming like polished buttons.
Music is playing from somewhere, some sort of mellow jazz that doesn’t go with Chiaki’s idea of demons at all, though she doesn’t really know what does. Death metal, maybe? Something without a saxophone, at least
A couple of the demons glance up when she walks in, exchanging glances. Chiaki tenses—perhaps this isn’t such a good idea after all—but then they back to what they’d been doing, drinking, talking in low voices, playing cards in the corner. Only one of them keeps looking at her—one of the more humanoid species, although he’s bigger than any man Chiaki has ever and his skin is a rather shocking shade of purple.
Chiaki almost considers leaving at that point.
But no, she can’t. She’s made up her mind to accept this new world, to try to live in it as best she can, and she’s going to do that, no matter how frightening it is.
She crosses the room and sits down at the bar. The woman with the claws raises a painted eyebrow, but she doesn’t comment. There isn’t any sort of menu, and Chiaki doesn’t really know what she’d order even if there was. She’s never even been in a human bar before—all her alcoholic experience had been with Isamu and Naoki, sneaking liquor from her parents’ house and drinking it in a huddle in the backyard, thrilled at their own daring.
There’s a clatter beside her and she looks round to see the big, purple-skinned demon seated next to her. He’s dressed in a draped sort of robe-thing, like an ancient Greek, and there are big gold earrings in his pointed ears.
“Can a demon buy the lady a drink?” he asks, and his voice is shockingly normal, sonorous and deep. The smile isn’t quite so human—wide and wily with two many teeth.
“I guess,” Chiaki says after a moment, and because that sounds less than grateful, she adds, “Of course.”
The demon twitches his fingers at the lady behind the bar. “What are you drinking, sweetheart?”
Chiaki glances down the bar, surveying the demons with their glasses full of noxiously green liquid, of congealed sludge that looks like it’s been siphoned out an oil well. One of them, a squat little thing all covered in hair, is drinking something that is actually smoking.
“Anything that won’t kill me,” she says after a moment. “Or make me too sick.”
“What about drunk?” the purple demon asks. “Is drunk alright?”
“Sure.” It’s not like there’s anyone here to arrest her for being underage, and she’s pretty sure that if any of the demons were planning on killing her, they would have done it already. Maybe they don’t think she’s worth it, or maybe Nyx doesn’t like violence in their lounge, whoever Nyx is.
The demon says something in a slow, hissing language that slithers its way along Chiaki’s spine, raising gooseflesh on her arms. The lady demon behind the bar sniffs at him, but she moves smoothly into action, pulling a glass out and doing the sort of things to it that bartenders do.
“The name’s Loki, by the way,” the purple demon says, as he slides Chiaki her drink. It’s a deep amber color, like beer, but it seems to shine from the inside, like something about it isn’t quite right.
“I’m Chiaki,” she responds.
“Don’t see many human girls around here,” Loki says, as he accepts another drink from the bartender, one of the acid-green things that fizzes lightly when he sips.
“Because they’re all dead?” Chiaki guesses.
“Heh. Pretty much.” The music changes slightly, becomes more upbeat, and across the room one of the angels starts to dance, slowly and completely out of sync with the music.
“How’d you manage to survive, then?” he prompts, when she doesn’t say anything else.
“Guess I was just…lucky.” Chiaki sips the drink. It tastes…sort of like beer, and sort of not. Like this place is Tokyo, but not. She can’t decide if she likes it. “Right place at the right time.”
Loki finishes up his drink and licks his lips clean with a long pink tongue. “You scared?” he asks. It’s not teasing—more like…flirting, if Chiaki really thinks about it. This big, robed, purple demon is flirting with her.
Chiaki is about to say no, of course she isn’t scared, but then she shuts her mouth and makes herself think about it. No point in lying, really, is there? Can’t the demon smell her fear?
“A little,” she admits, after a moment. “Probably not as much as I should be.”
Loki chuckles. “I like you,” he says, raising the fresh drink the bartender has slid in front of him.
“Thanks,” Chiaki answers automatically, a little confused, taking another sip of her drink.
“You can’t drink it like that,” Loki says.
Chiaki frowns. “What?”
“Like you’re afraid of it, or something.” Loki licks his tongue slowly over his teeth. “Lots of things bite in this place, but not that.”
“How am I supposed to drink it then?” Chiaki asks, grinning in spite of herself.
“Like this.” Loki throws his drink back, gulping it down all the way.
Chiaki laughs, considering the amber liquid, before tipping it back, draining it in one draft. By the end she’s chuckling and feeling a little light-headed, though she thinks it’s probably from lack of oxygen than from the alcohol. Loki is looking at her likes he’s impressed.
“See?” he says. “It’s much better that way.”
“Yeah. I guess you’re right.”
“I got a room in the back,” Loki says. He’s nearly touching her arm now, claws ghosting over the curve of her elbow, making her shiver. “You want to see?”
Chiaki isn’t stupid—she knows what he’s asking her. She’s spoken grown-up long enough to know what “Do you want to see my room?” means.
“Sure,” she says, after a moment. Hadn’t she been complaining just last week that she was sick of meeting the same old sort of boys?
Loki grins really wide at that, standing up and leading the way. He calls something to the demon behind that bar, in the slow, slithery language—the one that makes Chiaki’s stomach do a lazy roll. She realizes that what she’s doing is probably very dangerous, and more than a little stupid, and she sort of doesn’t care. Besides, she thinks that if Loki wanted to do something—kill her or drain her like she’s seen demons do to each other—he wouldn’t have bothered to buy her a drink and strike up a conversation. She seriously doubts that any of the demons would have been morally opposed to it. It had felt more like a come on than a hunter stalking its prey.
“See?” Loki says when they enter the room in the back. “It’s a nice room.”
It was definitely one of the nicer rooms she’d seen since the Conception, as in it wasn’t covered in blood or ripped to shreds or full of some hellish sort of nightmare scape. “It’s nice,” she agrees. There are a few couches and a little coffee table, a pile of furs in the corner that looks like a bed, or the closest thing she’s seen to one in the last few days.
“I had some nicer stuff, but some little striped shithead broke in and stole it.” Loki sprawls on one of the couches, throwing back his cape, like a king mounting his throne. “Killed my guard too.”
“Oh.” Chiaki’s pretty sure she knows who the little striped shithead is. “That sucks.”
Loki shrugs; and oddly human gesture on someone who looks anything but. “I don’t mind. Can always find more stuff.” He’s standing really close to her, and Chiaki’s beginning to realize just how much bigger he is than her. That makes something go off in her stomach, an expected rush of arousal going through her. She wonders if that makes her weird.
Chiaki is about to ask whether demons kiss, when Loki wraps two big hands around her waist, pulling her down onto one of the couches. It’s not a kiss so much as his tongue pushing into her mouth to writhe against hers, but it still feels good, and the sensation of his hands, so big they nearly cover the whole of her back, make her stomach clench.
“I’ve never fucked a human before,” Loki says slyly. His hands have moved to her breasts, kneading softly, pulling a tiny noise from her throat.
“I have,” she answers. “It’s not really that exciting.”
Both of her boyfriends had been all about getting her into bed, but when they got there they hadn’t really known what to do with her. Neither of them had been very good at getting her off, which hadn’t bothered her that much. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t do it herself.
Loki makes a noise that sounds sort of like a purr, scratching a claw against her nipple, rubbing it through the denim of her dress. His tongue flicks out to lick at her neck and she shudders.
“You…you seem to know what you’re doing,” she says, a little breathlessly.
“Well, you know. Some demons are human-shaped. Sort of.”
He picks her up, easily, as if she weighs nothing at all, carrying her across the room and depositing her down onto the bed of furs. He leans down over her, and her heartbeat spikes at the sight of his teeth, talons, the way that there is hardly anything human about him.
I’m about to have sex with a demon, she thinks, and the idea doesn’t scare her anywhere near as much as it probably should.
Loki has some trouble with the zipper on her dress, and it looks like he’s thinking about just tearing it off.
“Here, let me,” she says. It’s her only outfit, and as much as she’s determined to get used to this new world she really doesn’t want to walk around naked. Loki makes a low, curious sort of noise when she gets it off, running the pads of his hands along her ribs.
“You have nice skin. It’s so pale.” He buries his face against the dip of her stomach, hair tickling lightly. “And you smell like magatsuhi.” His tongue flicks out against her belly, making her giggle, which he seems rather perplexed by. Maybe demons aren’t ticklish.
The giggles turn to a moan when he reaches her breasts, laving across them with a tongue that is probably twice the width of a human’s and three times as long. She’s wet between her legs, thighs sliding together as she sits up to try to pull at his robe. He helps her, pulling it aside.
His cock is huge, but she’d been expecting that. At least he’s shaped more or less like a human guy, though the foreskin pulls back into some odd ridges, which look sort of weird but make Chiaki squirm when she thinks about how they’d feel. And, of course, it's purple--flushed darker than his skin, but still purple all the same.
Loki gives himself a few strokes, grinning. “Do you think you can take it?” he asks. “You can suck on it instead, if you want.”
That thought sends a tingling rush of arousal through Chiaki. She’d kind of gotten the impression that girls aren’t supposed to like doing that, but it’s never bothered her. It even gets her hot, thinking about. Even if that makes her a slut, that sort of thing matters even less now than it did before.
She wants to do it, but she wants something else even more.
“I can take it,” she says softly. The way he’s looking at her—she’s never had anyone look at her like that before, human or demon.
Loki takes her by the hips, rolls her over like she weighs nothing. She’s on her hands and knees, spreading her legs, cheeks heating up. It irritates her a little, that she’s blushing. She hasn’t been embarrassed yet with all of this, hell if she’s going to start now.
Then Loki comes up behind her and she doesn’t have the brain capacity to be embarrassed, because he’s pushing into her in a long, slow slide. He feels even bigger than he looked, and for a moment Chiaki thinks she’ll have to ask him to stop, really find out of this demon is as nice as he seems to be. But then he pulls out and pushes back in, so big that her legs are shaking, and she moans, grabbing two fistfuls of the furs, making an animal noise that makes him growl in response.
It helps that she’s so hot for it, slick and eager, moaning as he splays a giant hand against her, pushing her further into the furs, the five points of his claws prickling against her back.
“Ahhh…fuck,” she gasps, as he thrusts harder. His claws rake down her back, not enough to break the skin, but enough to make her clench down around him. “Fuck!”
“I’m…nnn…” Loki’s breaths are ragged. “You feel good.”
Arms wrap around her waist, pulling her back, lifting her up until she’s impaled on his cock. That is too much, and Chiaki writhes, until he catches her around the thighs, moving her up and down. It’s goes from too much to, oh god, just perfect. She’s so full and it feels so good, the knowledge that she is completely at Loki’s mercy, held tight as he thrusts up into her, driving her gasps up into breathy moans.
Loki’s making tiny growling noises, striking deep. A few more thrusts and he holds her there, shuddering hard and letting out a deep, rumbling roar.
Chiaki is trembling where he lays her down on the furs, hair slicked to her neck, aching, needing to finish.
“God…” she gasps. “Please, I--.”
Loki grins, all teeth. He spreads her legs, leaning in and letting his tongue snake into her. Chiaki cries out, twitching her hips, moaning as he teases her clit, slow, before getting faster and faster. Pleasure builds inside her like a tide, and he doesn’t let up, takes her there and over, shaking and shuddering as she comes.
It takes her a little while to catch her breath, Loki just sitting back and watching her, eyes narrowed and bright, the fire in them burning down to a low glow. It’s a satisfied look, but also the sort that says mine.
Chiaki isn’t sure what the protocol is after something like this, so she smiles cautiously and says, “Thanks.”
Loki grins, licking his lips with that long tongue. “You can stay in here,” he announces. “And if you want to, you can leave.” He’s getting up, grabbing his robe, probably planning on going back to whatever he’d been doing before she’d come into the longue.
Chiaki shrugs. “I don’t have anywhere to be, really.”
Loki cocks his head to the side. “Then, I’ll be back later.”
