He shifts in bed, scooting in closer to wrap one arm around her, pulling her in.
"So now we have to stock up on bagels and. . . . Well whatever that treat is called, hm?~"
@OfTemporalChaos "I rather like being chased by you, you see . . . ."
A mischievous glimmer returned to his eyes, the smile widening.
". . . But I find I like it considerably less when you threaten to let another man buy you mead or wine or any of the sort. And Fandral out of every one?"
@OfTemporalChaos "I did?"
His voice carried that particular softness he reserved for moments when he was already constructing an excuse. The prince released the reins and stepped away from the horse, smoothing down the front of his riding leathers.
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@OfTemporalChaos A pause, then his expression softened completely, his voice turning into a whisper.
"And perhaps . . . I should apologize for making you chase after me."
His head tilted from side to side as he brushed a loose strand of brown hair out of her face.
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He started to chew, expression not showing any hint as he's contemplating while gulping down.
"Quite . . . Sugary."
A small chuckle escapes him.
"But it is indeed delicious, is this the new obsession we will have?"
He was just opening up a book until he was suprised by his love, immediately closing the book again and setting it aside.
"Now, what is this?"
A curious look before he opened his mouth to try the delicacy she's holding out.
Leaping into the bed, she’s scooting closer to @G0D0FST0RlES , holding a pastry . (It’s quite literally a strawberry pop tart.)
“Open your mouth. You must try this delicacy .”
@OfTemporalChaos His gaze softened when he truly took in every detail of her face.
"You've been looking for me."
It was not quite a question, Loki tilted his head, studying her with that infuriatingly perceptive curiosity of his.
"Could it be that you were worried?~"
@OfTemporalChaos "I merely accompanied him on horseback."
He turned back to Sigyn, folding his arms loosely across his chest, "And before you say anything . . . yes, I am aware that this is precisely what riding entails."
He knew she would find him eventually. In truth, he hoped she would.
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@OfTemporalChaos His black hair, disheveled from the ride, fell in loose strands across his forehead and there was a faint flush still lingering across his cheeks from the exertion. He looked altogether too pleased with himself for a prince who had just been caught in an obvious lie.
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@OfTemporalChaos Loki paused with one hand still resting on the saddle, for the briefest moment, his expression betrayed him.
Not guilt. Certainly not, more so surprise.
Then the familiar mask slipped neatly into place, one dark brow arching as he turned toward her.
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