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[ One morning, as your character steps out of their home, they are greeted by an owl messenger, bearing a letter. The letter tells them that they have been selected to participate in a gift exchange, and they are to deliver a gift to Jean Kirstein by the end of the month. The letter says nothing more, and once the letter is read, the owl will fly away. ]

[ In the morning Puck will find a dried flower wreath delivered to him by the mail mice. Attached to the wreath is a tag. ]

Happy Holidays!

- Willow

[There is a knock on Puck's door in the mid afternoon. Aladdin isn't outside, but there's a small parcel wrapped carefully in plain brown paper, as well as a simple card that reads]

Sorry, I couldn't find a dallah like we use back home, but this seemed like the next best thing.

Happy Christmas!

[Inside the parcel is a simple, but high quality, French Press style coffee pot and a small manually-cranked coffee grinder.]

It's calmed down some, since the blizzard and Loki is also hoping Puck is home as he comes to stop by. He's brought a gift too, in the form of a stoppered pottery mug and a wrapped parcel. Bundled up as he had been for the cold, although his hood is down as knocks on the Fae's door.

Puck actually is home, and has been staying in for a majority of his time. At the door knocking, he looks up from the notebook he's writing in. Snapping it shut, he opens the door and smiles.

"What excellent timing, I was just thinking about you." Puck moves aside and motions for Loki to enter.

"Maybe you were sending me messages and didn't realize it." Loki teased with a grin. "I brought food and drink, and planned to stay for a bit. I hope a surprise date isn't unwelcome?"

"That would explain things." Puck answered back. "No, it's not unwelcome at all." Once Loki was inside, Puck closed the door and gestured towards the main room. After everything with the blizzard, he'd made as short enough work as he could at finding firewood and stocking up on some supplies. A fire burned happily in the fireplace and the cottage as a whole felt very cozy.

"It's better than pouring my soul onto this notebook page like I've never experienced love before." He made a face and checked on the fire, adjusting some of the placement of the logs. "How have you been, come to think on it?"

"Doing well-enough. I've been out and about more, given I'm used to dealing with this kind of cold. Yourself? I wondered if the cabin-fever might've gotten to you yet." That was a large part of why Loki had been going out. To stave off boredom.

He was careful to place his items down, before pulling off coat and scarf and stamping out boots. Then the parcel and pitcher were picked up. "These should be reheated, but hopefully they're not too cold from the walk."

"No, not yet luckily. I've been out a few times to help with the little sword wielding friends, to get supplies, and to borrow some reading material from the library. It's not the routine I'd like especially for this time of year, but I'm not having to count motes of dust." Puck shrugged, taking Loki's scarf and coat and placing them gently over an unused chair.

"If they are, I can wait a bit longer to make sure they're warm enough." Short work was made of getting both items set up properly to reheat via the fireplace, and Puck threw the occasional glance towards both on occasion to make sure nothing was burning. "Make yourself comfortable in the meantime."

"Well, if I'm doing that..." Loki said, and came over to the fae. Leaning in, if it was alright, for a hug. Both to sell the act but also because hugs were warm--and he did enjoy the fae's company.

"What books did you get? And however are you navigating the Library? On the one hand I love it, as you find things new by surprise, on the other it makes me itch because it's hard to find what you want" How could you have chaos without ANY order? Even Loki, god of mischief and chaos-preferrer, could see the value in order sometimes.

Puck chuckled, wrapping his arms around Loki and pulling him close. "Yes, yes, here, have some body heat." he said with a grin. Breaking the hug after a long moment Puck indicated his head towards the kitchen table where a small stack of books sat towards the middle. "Romance novels and some poetry, mostly." He blinked at the second question. "As best as I can manage. If you don't go in expecting to find anything specific, then it takes the sting out of it."

Puck checked the fireplace again. "There were quite a bit of both, but I had to walk several rows to find things close enough to what I wanted."

Loki laughed into the hug, enjoying it as he wasn't that cold really. Nor did he protest when it was broken, as he followed the other's lead. "I admit, I did consider taking a job at the Library, but decided that I'd get frustrated and that's not good for anyone else as well as me."

"It wouldn't have been a good decision." Puck agreed. "Feel free to take a look and judge, if you must." he said with some feigned annoyance. For being from the same overall genre, the selection of books had been surprisingly varied, even if they were all fictional. It was a healthy mix of story types, stacked at seemingly random.

First up was For Your Heart, a cute "first love" setup in a generic modern city. Under that rested The Devil's Bride- a horror/romance. Then seemingly out of left field The witch at the center of the Universe- a mystery with some traces of romance, showing a regal magic user on a throne looking down at the viewer with a smirk, and finally Bard poems- volume 3, abridged.

Puck rolled his eyes. "It was very much a case of grabbing what I could find." He moved to check on the food, and nudged the parcel slightly to make sure it was heating evenly. "But they should work for my purpose."

"I spent a year in an Asgardian cell, and was only able to read what my mother had the guards bring me. I won't judge you harshly, I assure you." Loki said conversationally as he looked over the selection. "Seeking ideas and inspiration?"

"Wonderful, because none of these were my first choices. No, actually--" he looked pointedly to the notebook open on the table and mouthed. 'Matching' as he pantomimed opening a book. Puck checked the food again and nodded. "Oh, this seems to be done. Lovely." After he secured his hands, Puck removed the parcel and pitcher, setting both safely out of the way.

Puck grabbed some plates and hummed a bit as he prepared the meal that had been brought. "Why wouldn't someone as in love seek out stories about it?" he asked as if it were the most obvious question in the universe.

Loki nodded with the mouthed word and pantomiming. Good, that meant Puck was likely thinking similarly to how Loki was. Excellent--he'd have to figure out how to more easily speak of his thoughts to the other.

"True, it was a silly question on my part. Maybe it's just because you are all the inspiration I need."

It was a bit of a challenge, talking in code.

"I already love you enough to spend my days apparently summoning you by complete chance, and you put compliments on top of that. If I loved you less I could talk about it more." Puck mentally noted to try and find the book that quote came from. It had been an entire task to find the ones he had, but it would help. Maybe.

With the food ready, Puck collected the plates and headed for the living room. "Let's eat in here, it's more pleasant."

"Wherever you like, as it is your house and I am a guest." But Loki would help carry if needed, and settled carefully. "I would love to spend hours weaving words to form poems of my love for you, but for now I think speaking plainly is best." Aka he was asking if Puck felt safe enough for them to drop the code. If not, Loki would deal--he was good at adapting and clever enough. Had planned in case they might not be able to.

Puck snickered as they both carried things and settled in. He nodded at Loki's last statement as he sat on the couch near him, Puck's own food and drink on the coffee table, within reach. "The sign of any healthy relationship. While we're in here, there's no need for the coded language. Your concern for my comfort is truly adorable." Puck meant that, and smiled. "If we need to turn it back on, we can. Do you have a signal word we could use for that?"

"It would be too on the nose to suggest we go back to 'playing the game' as in the courtship game, but it also amuses me at least." Especially with that double meaning of both 'courting' but also literally playing a 'game' to fool others. "I am glad to see you're settling in well though. I've been checking on a few people. I'm...not used to having people who consider me an actual friend."

Loki was glad to drop the code for now. "I see we're thinking along similar lines though, with regards to hiding our schemes. Now that I can conjure my notebook, as you did not see evidence of my doing so before, it's physically hidden but I plan to lay out duplicate bait anyways."

"Playing the game would be obvious, but if Vaeros is as egotistical as I'm giving him credit for, he would expect something like that. It might even amuse him. Not that I care about doing that." Puck had some food and listened as he gave an understanding wince. "It can be hard to get used to. You seem to be doing it well enough."

Puck nodded. "That's why I've got all of those romance and poetry books. The first bait reads like I've got nothing better to do with my day than spend it thinking about how much I love you. But it also plays to Vaeros as I expect him to possibly try finding it. Not quite kowtowing, but 'I' notice that I should be more appreciative and how heartbreaking it'd be if the party had never happened."

He had another drink. "I almost screamed in anger writing the last page. The idea."

Loki winced sympathetically with the idea. "I toast to your fortitude and self-control then." And Loki did raise his own mug before taking a drink. "I was pondering a decoy journal or two of my own, but only disguising one as another book. Have you considered any ciphers for yours?"

"I had to dig very deeply into the reserves, I assure you." Puck grinned at the toast and had some more of his meal. "Hm? No, not at all. I want to sell two ideas: One, I'm so in the forest with theories that I didn't think to do any type of cipher. Two: I'm lovesick and too busy trying to deal with everything that comes with that to bother taking the actual work of information gathering seriously."

"A cipher would hurt both of those ideas. 'If he's so in love, he shouldn't be thinking of anything else enough to be writing out in code. He's so wrong with these ideas, why bother encoding them?'. But let's be blunt, Vaeros would be too busy breaking his arm to pat himself on the back for what he helped along. I could redo them in a cipher. Maybe."

"Don't, if you're not already. You have good reasons not to. I was also thinking that having much of the core information being spread out was also a useful idea so that no one person has all of it and can be compromised. Eilonwy is also taking notes, for example as she and I have been in contact regularly."

"My hands thank you." Puck had another drink and listened. "I don't recognize the name, but scattering the information is very smart, yes. It's especially important in some lines of work-- backups of backups." His eyes shone a bit at a private joke, but he didn't elaborate.

There's secrets and lies in Loki's own eyes too, and he toasts Puck again with that statement. "Eilonwy is one of the princesses here, 12 years old, clever and considers herself and adult, and well-trained. I intend to teach her runes as well, for her own defense."

Loki held up a hand, and conjured his notebook again. "I also meant to ask you for information you're comfortable sharing about Fae. For now, we're working on the likely assumption that Vaeros is a fae. If we need to pivot later, we can."

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"She sounds charming." Puck answered, filing away the info. One of them? Interesting.

He looked to the notebook and sat back, folding his hands behind his head casually. "Fine, we've got magic to.. Well, not to do. But to at least talk about." Puck said conversationally. "I'd say that assumption has at least some strength to it. What do you want to know first?"

"What do you think would apply most to Vaeros? Let's start with that, and if anything else needs to be noted, we can deal with that later." Loki took his notebook back, and conjured a pen so he could take notes. Both of his conjurations had that sheen of green around them.

Puck gave a hum in thought. "We don't have very specific ways of organizing us into types. You're either Oberon's Child or you're not. There are halflings, but those are rare. I've only seen one while in this specific form. But!"

Puck took a drink. "If we're using terms familiar to humans that don't require explaining a bloodline, 'fae' is a fine term to use. I doubt he's human, but I know he's nothing close to Oberon, Titania, or myself as far as abilities go."

Loki's pen scratched as he made a note or two. "Why do you say he's nothing compared to the three of you, or is it just because of the weakness of his spells we've seen?"

Puck took a deep breath before he answered. "That's part of it. For a fae who's the ruler of an entire realm to have to use magic that weak to affect a group is a personal insult. If he's at the power levels required to be a ruler, his magic should be much stronger. It's also because we've existed for longer than you can imagine." He sat forward to have some more food and then sat back. "So for something younger, using weaker magic, and running around claiming to be a ruler to put on that entire spectacle and for it to even slightly work was a slap in the face."

"Longer than I can imagine would be impressive. I'm 1,053 years old." Loki mentioned, but he was still making notes.

"That would also support the idea that perhaps he's using the dragon as a power-source, which is why it's still alive. Possibly others too, since his tax collectors were told to take the eggs with intent to kill them."

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"Different worlds." Puck answered, but he noted the age with a grin. "I should clarify-- in my version of the world as I know it, I'm considered old. But to you, I'd be young. Just shy of three and a half centuries old."

He nodded. "If he has to stack magic like he has been, then that would tie together. I don't know how his replenishing works, but even mine is finite depending on what I do. I never have to use something or someone else as a battery, however. Just a few naps resets things. Why kill them if he needs their power?" Puck arched an eyebrow. "He can't even--"

He looked off to the side and barked a laugh. "If he has to kill them to get their power, that's another tell."

"Agreed, although I believe the consensus is that we'd prefer the dragons remain alive on general principle, whether source for his magic or not. This is my own thoughts regarding a transcript of Eilonwy and Bakugou talking. It's a side avenue to persue, but is part of the whole."

Loki paused, moving to take a drink. "Like you, I do not need a battery. I've yet to reach the limits of what I can do, as well."

"I love animals. Of course it's better if they're kept alive."

"That's interesting to know." Puck held up one of his hands and started to tap his fingers as he listed things. "Let's see so far. What do I think Vaeros is, some information about the monarchs I serve, and you know that I'm not entirely as youthful as I look. What's next?"

"You're still quite handsome and charming and cute, youthful or not." Loki said smoothly and with a small laugh. "But then I certainly don't look my age either." Loki took another drink and thought for a moment.

"Would you like me to share my personal notes, and see if anything seems to lead somewhere for us? They're the ones written in runescript and not easily deciphered by others." Because that might also spark some discussion. "Of course, I also would wonder about weaknesses. We do not have 'fae' as such where I'm from, but I know the myths of Midgard."

"Likewise, so are you. We make a decent pair."

Puck considered it for a moment. "After a few more questions, yes. Because right now I want to get the information I know out." He fell quiet at the question about weaknesses, but finally answered after a moment. "The myths are just that. What ones have you heard? Hang a specific plant over your doorway? Never say 'Please' or 'Thank you'? Things like that, I would bet. The only thing that actively hurts Oberon and his children is cold iron. That's it. Not herbs, not colored sand, none of those things that humans have decided to apply to fae as they know it."

Loki nodded. "I think I'll just conveniently for now leave that out of my notes, but it's good to know." He was aware the other had just given him valuable information, trusting a vulnerability like that with him. It...privately Loki promised himself he'd be worthy of that trust.

"There are likely other Fae here too, as I know Alice was quite upset that some of the rules she'd heard didn't apply here. Night Sky also spent time as a prisoner of Fae, hence her belief that Vaeros would be like an archfae."

Placing his mug down, Loki took up his pen and tapped it for a moment in thought. "How true are the 'rules' about fae words being binding? I'm guessing the 'only able to tell the truth' thing is a lie. But if you give your word, must you keep it? And if so, is it Spirit and Letter? How malleable can it be?"

"Thank you." It was said plainly, but with some heart behind it.

"I know one named Maleficent, but not well. We've never talked in depth about anything, but she was excited when I made a guess at her name. She thought it was because her name traveled to Oberon's ears. Oh and on that, she knew Oberon as the King of the Fairies, so make of it what you will."

Puck grinned at the questions about rules. "Oh, I was hoping you'd touch on this. For everything under the umbrella of Oberon's Children, himself and Titania included? Not at all. An agreement reached between fae and human lasts as long as conditions are being met, until the fae gets bored, or until the human dies. We can misunderstand things, and technically not be lying. But the whole 'we can only tell the truth' idea is a lie, which is pretty comical!"

He laughed and continued. "The fulfillment conditions of a request made can be interpreted in any way that completes it, but doesn't have to be the spirit or the letter. It can be whatever's called for at the time. Or something entirely different. That's the fun of it. A promise isn't the same as a wish or a request. It's not treated the same."

"I've met Maleficent as well. I shall have to see if she'll discuss more with me." Loki had been able to tell that the spring had affected their moods, but he could work with that. "Considering you refer to yourself and other's as 'Oberon's children' that's not an unreasonable thing to think of him as. Certainly he's very well known."

Loki laughed when Puck grinned and at the sheer delight the other showed at explaining. "Good to know, and it also explains how you banter so well. Which, lovers or not, I very much appreciate a good sparring partner for." A wink, and then Loki was making notes.

"It couldn't hurt to see what she knows." Puck blinked at that and gave a nod. "That's true. He and Titania are quite well known on Earth."

He finished his drink and watched Loki write. "Oh no, that's nothing from what I am. That comes from my job in Oberon's court." At the wink Puck grinned. "Do you fluster all of your sparring partners, or is just for someone you're posing as a lover with? Or am I the exception to both of those ideas? Or is it because I react in the first place?"

"Really?" Loki said with surprise, whether real or feigned, and then chuckled. "I am a master of weaving words and crafting lies. People react so wonderfully sometimes." That wasn't an answer, so Loki finished writing and then took his mug back up. "With you? All of the above would be the correct answer." There was a smug smile seen behind that mug.

Puck gave Loki a pointed look before he sat back again. "So you're into bullying- I'm not that surprised." His cheeks were red and as good of an actor as Puck was, he hadn't figured out how to control literal blood flow yet. "I give you a good reaction, you do it again because it's entertaining, like re-reading a book of poetry."

Puck grinned. "How fitting- it's a quick dose of mischief, and all you have to do is talk."

Loki chuckled again, but would have mercy for now. "If it really bothers you, I'll stop. Or at least not do it quite so often. Out of respect." Which was very telling there, if Puck would catch it.

Puck caught it and genuinely smiled. It was touching, cute, and slightly unexpected. It was also impressive. "It doesn't. If anything I'm more amused that I'm so reactive to it. But you're good at it, and If you enjoy it so much then go ahead. If I were actually bothered by it, you would have known by now. Your display of mercy and understanding was quite cute, though. I'm touched!"

Puck winked back with a playful grin.

That made Loki chuckle more, but he was inwardly quite touched himself. And glad that Puck had picked up that it wasn't normal for Loki. Honestly, he viewed the other as a peer, which was high praise from Loki.

"Shall we go back to our theorizing and discussion? Were you ready to here my thoughts?" To signify that they were from the personal part of the notebook. The coded and hard to read for anyone else part.

It was an interesting dynamic they had going on. That both he and Loki understood that just added to the fun of it all.

Puck nodded, sitting forward attentively. "Let's. My reactions can happen easily as you've seen, there's no need to stay focused on them right now. What do you think has been going on?"

Loki flipped a few pages in his notebook, and if Puck caught any of it... The text was now in rune script. Even if someone could read it, Loki had further made it difficult to decipher, in his own way, but that wasn't needed now.

"I think we need to find out for certain how the contracts work. Is it conditional, like with you, or is the wording important? Spirit? Letter? I also think we need to get a copy of our own, although that's just an aside so we know what they say. More importantly, why do only some of us remember? The common consensus seems to be that we're all approached while either asleep or otherwise unconscious, if not close to that state. My next plan is to see what, if anything, we DO all remember."

Making sure Puck was following so far.

"Those of us who've been here the longest have been here a little under a year. So what happened. Why that time frame? It seems to be winter to winter. Also why is he doing all of this. Why allow us to regain our abilities too?"

Puck saw snippets but nothing he recognized. He could read ancient Latin with the best of them, but not what was being shown. Which didn't matter as Loki started explaining things. He nodded.

"If he knows how to reach out when someone or something is asleep or unconscious, that's.. It's not old magic by my understanding. But it's something I don't see being used often."

Puck gave a hum and considered before he spoke again.

"If he doesn't think we're a threat, why would he be bothered if we have our powers? If he's trying to present as a generous ruler, that ties into what we mentioned about gifts. If my discussions with Luz hold water, then Vaeros could be acting as a director. But I don't think it quite goes down that path. Winter to winter.." Puck frowned.

"Hibernation would be my guess. Oberon's own version of sleep magic is very advanced and only requires a single command. If Vaeros is as young as I'm thinking or as inexperienced, he would probably have to wait for that to happen on its own. Say when someone or something is going to bed, instead of forcing it to happen whenever he wants to bring someone new to the area. If this world either metaphorically or actually went to sleep in the winter, leaving Vaeros alone, I could see him wanting company. Kings don't do well in empty kingdoms."

"All good thoughts, and I'll note them in a minute--but sadly there's still too much we don't know to do more than speculate." Loki mentally taking notes so he could add them in a moment.

"My personal theory is that Vaeros is a Usurper to the throne, but how he's doing it, or why--beyond power, is what we need to figure out. My best guess, is likely that the dragons are somehow the traditional power in this place considering there's a lot of dragon symbology around Somnius, but no one seems to know why. Some of the Gelflings also worship the Moon, and a dual deity cosmology isn't uncommon across realms. So a companion to the Moon wouldn't be unlikely. Further, 'Somnius' itself is a bit too close to latin for my comfort, and means 'a dream'."

There's a wry twist to Loki's mouth as he speaks again. "I might have to look up that play about you and yours, accurate or not. Among other works dealing with dreams. There's too much here that is similar to not be a thread--but how important it is, I couldn't tell you."

"Speculation is better than nothing, but not by much." Puck agreed. It was frustrating-- he could come up with theories for days easily, but the lack of confirmation was irritating.

Puck blinked at 'sominus' being translated and shook his head. "I'm getting rusty with recalling Latin. How embarrassing that I didn't pick that up faster! But no, a dual deity is very common in a lot of human mythology. A King and Queen of the fae, if you can believe it-- though we're not actually gods. But humans being human assigned us the roles." Puck drums his fingers against his leg before he speaks again.

"My guess is that it helps them understand us in a way that doesn't cause permanent damage. A dragon and the moon. Hm..I know of Selene from the Greeks, but that doesn't mention a dragon, or anything else that sounds like Somnius. A dream, the moon, a dragon.. Beings that worship the moon.." Puck shook his head. "No, none of that matches besides the moon itself being in both."

Puck grins. "It's very sanitized, I'll warn you now. But speaking of performing, that brings me to another topic. Still related to me, but not about this in particular."

Again Loki was making a mental note. He'd have to do some searching in the library soon most likely. "So we start with the moon, and see what we can that comes further." It had been good to share though, and get the other's thoughts on more than just Fae.

Putting the notebook aside for now, Loki raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And I'd expect a play to be fairly sanitized. But it's still might hold a clue."

"That's fair enough. I'll work on keeping my notes updated as new information is found. Quite a network we all have going here, honestly. A bit impressive."

"Sure-- if anything I know it's entertaining. Even if it makes me wince at how some of the characters are written compared to how they are in reality. Myself included. But I suppose there could be worse things in one's life besides being inspiring. But to other things. I can't fully demonstrate this yet, because the magic hasn't returned to me fully. But when it does, I will. Do you wonder how I know so much about humans and their pop culture?"

"I'd be doing this even if no one else was, but it has been gratifying to see others already doing so. I'm aware that you and I are coming in to all of this a bit late in comparison. That's part of why I'll be attending the Council Meeting."

The mention of magic though, and a demonstration, had Loki's attention and curiosity. "I did wonder a bit, although not as much as you might suspect. I thought perhaps you were simply more interested in them than most. I look forward to hearing why."

"I'm planning to also. If just to see who's on the council and how the meetings feel first. I'll share enough of what I know but nothing about cold iron. Enough so everyone is comes close to the same page, but without the risk to myself."

Puck sighed. "Unfortunately there won't be a light show with all of this, so I don't get to say what I'd originally planned with this demonstration." He made a face and then rolled his shoulders. Inhaling, he focused on slipping into Owen's mannerisms, temperament and voice. More businesslike, lower in pitch but not enough to be jarring when matched with Owen's form. But hearing it come out of his own mouth was amusing. Even if Puck wasn't smiling about it.

"That thought serves you well enough. But I know as much because I work among them in a human disguise. While in the form I answer to the name Owen Burnette-- usually simply Owen, and serve my employer as both a personal assistant and a bodyguard. You need to know this so when 'Owen' finds himself on the device's communication network, or at a future council meeting, you aren't wondering who he is."

Loki nodded at the 'need' to know. "And yet I shall treat him as a stranger barring any prior meeting of him." He easily saw what Puck was doing and why. It could be very useful.

A thought struck him though. "Until you regain your own magic, should you need it--I specialize in illusions and manipulation thereof, along with conjuration as you've seen. It wouldn't be hard to make an illusion of your chosen persona if you need it sooner. Nor would it be difficult for me to change either."

Standing, Loki grinned and let a wash of green flow over him. Where he'd stood before was now a soldier. On par height-wise with Loki, but broader and with clearly different features. His manner of standing and voice were even changed. "Something like this. One of Thor's friends, a very righteous defender of truth, justice, all that."

Puck, in Owen's voice, actually laughed a bit. Nothing loud, more of a chuckle. Like he remembered something funny but didn't want to get into the details. As Loki shared his offer and then demonstrated it, Puck kept his expression neutral. If he was going to demonstrate Owen, he needed to stay in the mannerisms. Otherwise the disguise had a higher chance of failure.

"Thank you. I don't think I'll need that specific one, but I might need myself or Owen to be elsewhere depending on the task I'm performing. But in the case of you assuming either of those forms, is there some sort of condition around matching my voice? Or do you assume it automatically?"

"I'll have to get an idea of what Owen looks like, but for you-yourself my friend?" It still looked like Steve, sounded like Steve, but the speech pattern was more Loki's normal. He let a wash of green shimmer over him again and Puck was looking at himself as he usually was.

"I'm sure I could mimic your voice, or Steve's--the person I was before-- in my usual form too, but the complete illusion helps." Which wasn't exactly an answer, but was all Loki was going to say. "It's easier when I know someone well. I spent four years playing my father in secret, while he was on Earth in a home."

"Of course, I don't expect you to know just based on his voice. And I don't want to draw a photo of him for the same reason I don't announce this to every Dreamer in the area." Puck watched as Loki transformed again and slipped out of Owen's voice and mannerisms with his next sentence.

"So that's what I look like with extra confidence. How fun!" Hearing that Loki pretend to be his father got a more open laugh from him, as Owen's mannerisms had been shelved for the time being.

"That's quite a long time performing a role. But I can't really comment on things. I've played Owen for at least.." he trailed off and thought back. "Fifteen years? Time flies when you're working, I suppose."

"I needed Father out of the way, really. So a little memory modification and amnesia magic, put him in a nice home, and took over." Loki shrugged, but was grinning while still changed to resemble Puck. "You have plenty of confidence yourself, so this is easy."

But a moment later he did let that shimmer of green wash back over himself to return Loki to how he had been. "I wouldn't expect you to, either. But once I've met the man, I can help should you need it. Or we can figure something out if necessary and an emergency."

"I should, I've had years to build it up." Puck deadpanned. But as Loki shared what he'd done, Puck made some notes. If Loki didn't know the magic he was talking about, he at least could get access to it. The moral dilemmas of what he'd done, if there even were any, were ignored by Puck.

"Good, then that's another ace in this little card deck we're building. Once I've got the ability back, I'll show him to you properly." And after a second, Puck gave a wink and a grin.

"I'll look forward to seeing it." Loki said with a return grin. "Illusion manipulation, including duplication casting, is a specialty of mine. You've seen me conjure stuff already and return it as well." Loki hmm'd to himself for a moment, before making a decision. "I was also able to regain another thing besides my magic. My heritage--I'm not actually an Asgardian though I was raised as one. I'm a jotun, a frost-giant."

Waiting to see if and what questions Puck had about that. Of course he wouldn't share all of his secrets with Puck. He didn't expect the other to share all of his secrets with himself either. But there was healthy respect there, and a form of trust as both were united in certain goals as well as had the beginnings of a friend and partnership.

"I have, yes..?" As Loki felt comfortable enough to share some more about himself, Puck's eyes widened a bit. He knew of giants, sure, but they weren't in Avalon often except for the Gathering. The closest he knew as giants were the gargoyles, but they weren't tied to what sounded like a specific branch of weather.

In the spirit of healthy respect, Puck smiled. "I'm glad your heritage came back to you-- it must feel very familiar." But as far as questions, Puck didn't have a lot of them. Giants existed, he wasn't thrown by the revelation. But the remark that he was raised as an Asgardian caught some of his attention.

"Did you move to Asgard, then? Or do the jotun live in the same area?"

It felt good to be learning more about this entire mischief god, even if Puck played up some of his more comical reactions to Loki in general. Being able to laugh at things and find common ground was always a strong foundation. But sometimes Puck could find himself still thrown by what other beings just decided to do with themselves. Xanatos had certainly done that when he welcomed Owen to his company, and Loki was doing it by being as open as he had been. Overall, it was entertaining and gave Puck things to focus on. Even if it was a healthy mix of planning to take down a common enemy and this entire relationship they'd entered with each other.

Loki was still willing to share, but it wasn't exactly a fun topic. His hands came together in front of him, right hand fiddling with the left. "I was adopted, but I did not find out until about 6 years ago. Are you familiar at all with the Norse cosmology as presented on Midgard?"

Puck noticed the hand movement but didn't remark on it. "Some of it, yes. Each culture seems to have its own idea on how the world came into being."

"This is less about the world being created specifically, and more a section of the cosmos. Midgard categorizes it in their myths as a great World Tree, Yggdrasil. Nine realms, that is planets, sit in the branches of this galaxy. Asgard is near the top, just below Muspelheim, with Vanaheim almost on the same level. Just below that lies Jotunheim. Midgard is near the middle, as are Alfheim and slightly below that, Svartalfheim. Nidavellir is in this region too, and at the bottom lies Niflheim." If need be, he'd make an illusion of it for Puck but hopefully this explanation would suffice.

"The Jotun, along with the Svartalfhar--that is, the dark elves--are actually some of the most ancestral enemies to the Asgardians. They've tried to conquer the other realms before, including notably on Midgard about 1000 years ago. They were repelled by Midgardians, but mostly with Odin and the army of Asgard's aid."

Puck followed easily enough, picturing it. A tree stretched out holding worlds. It wasn't impossible to imagine.

He arched an eyebrow at the comment about the battle on Midgard, and tilted his head forward slightly in question. "You were there?" Puck struggled not to make an assumption but the specificity of the time mentioned coupled with Loki's given age had him unable to picture anything else. "Or were your ancestors?"

"A bit of both. I was not on Midgard. The Jotun were beaten back to their home in Jotunheim, and defeated and scattered. Odin took the source of their power, but also...me. He found me, a runt but the son of their king--Laufey, in a temple. I was adopted. But I did not find out until much later in my life, and not in the best of ways either."

Loki let his eyes drop briefly, before meeting the fae's own once more. "I was raised as a prince of a warrior people, who had dedicated themselves to peacekeeping should be, even if I was never expected to wear the crown. I am not as capable, physically, as an Asgardian but jotun are close to. Asgardians were the strongest beings on a pure physical level in the nine realms and highly capable among the wider galaxy."

Puck continued to listen, picturing some of it as best he could. He listened, and he kept his own emotions in check. However Puck felt about what had happened didn't matter nearly as much as recognizing the fact that Loki had felt comfortable enough to share some of himself. It was a very delicate gift, and one Puck would treat with respect.

"You mentioned it was a few years ago that you learned. I won't project my feelings onto that, but know that I have understanding for what you're telling me." Puck was careful with his words. 'Sympathy' could sound like Loki was being looked down on and that wasn't Puck's intention at all.

"You were given a different role." he said softly after a moment. Puck looked down and bit his lip until he nearly tasted blood before speaking. "Something else I understand. But this isn't about me." He looked back up. "If you feel that what you said has been enough, it can be. If you want to keep talking, then do so. I'll be here regardless."

It was a very delicate gift, and very delicate state. Loki was not at all used to letting himself be vulnerable--only two others besides Puck had seen it, all while here. Only because they had all been kind, and accepting enough, that Loki had decided to chance it. So far that had not backfired or betrayed him.

Puck was right about the idea of 'sympathy', even though Loki had used that word before when applying to others. But he would not like to be looked down upon himself, and a deep part of him was grateful the other recognized it. Could understand without doing so; part of why he respected and viewed the fae so highly.

It had not been a test, but Puck would've passed if it were. Blue-green eyes showed countless emotions rapidly, although Loki was able to keep most from his expression. After a moment, he nodded his thanks. "If you are around me, and playing your bodyguard role--I will let you. But I felt you should know regardless that I am not nearly as incapable physically as my usage of magic might imply." What went unsaid was 'thank you'.

Puck knew how to read people and beings. It wasn't just a part of his job, it had been part of the form he took. Easier for a sunny disposition type to make friends, pick up information while occasionally sharing some, and generally observe life as much as he lived it. For all of his glib 'fae rules don't apply to me', Puck kept the idea of like with like close to his metaphorical chest. Loki had shown a lot of courage, trust, and understanding on a variety of topics, Puck himself included. Puck would have reacted in kindness regardless of the self imposed rule.

At the emotions running through Loki's eyes, Puck pretended to not pick up on any of them. There was no need to, and it wasn't his place to do that. He smiled at the nod and the unspoken thank you before he answered. "I'll be acting in my role but with some very good performers alongside."

A beat before Puck said simply instead of leaving it unsaid: "I know your strength comes in a lot of forms."

"You are a very skilled actor, and I look forward to performing with you." Loki said with half of his mouth turning up in a smile. Multiple ways that could be taken, and Loki meant the good ones.

Another nod, and Loki dropped his arms and hands from the nervous gesture. Whether he'd been consciously aware he'd done it or not, he was not as nervous anymore. Instead he moved to pick up his notebook and unconjure it, as it vanished in a flash of green.

"Is there anything I can do to help you, in the meantime, since I've regained my magic? Or in other ways?"

Puck smiled back. "Likewise. At least we'll have fun doing it. At best we do what we're aiming towards." Puck picked up on the multiple meanings and chuckled before he fell quiet in thought at the questions.

"Nothing magical based, no. I won't need your illusions until I know I can turn fully into Owen; and that's more of an emergency backup plan than something I'll be using regularly. As far as other ways.. " he trailed off and gave a hum. "I think just continuing our little romance play for now should be enough coupled with my own plans, along with comparing our notes as needed. The rest will come into place on its own time as others look into things and share information."

"Our little romance play is enjoyable, and I'm happy to continue it." Loki said with a grin. "Eilonwy has also been looped into my own notes, and Kaiba will be as well. I do recommend we make SOME of our knowledge and stuff all public by comparing notes with others who've been here longer. That will probably come up at the council. Until then..." Loki spread his hands out. "We continue to play games."

Lots of things more serious than games were going on, but that didn't mean they weren't enjoyable. The visit could turn social again for a bit. At least until Loki figured Puck wanted alone time.

"Oh, of course we should bring it up to the council. If just for knowing that others are aware of things. Not all of them, of course, but enough to cover some bases. Or at least ensure smoother sailing."

Puck grinned. "We do indeed." He exhaled and stretched. "For now-- it'd be very unkind for me to turn you out after such a nice date." He winked. "If you'd like to stay a bit longer, I can start a fire."

"I know that Bakugou planned to bring some of his findings up to the council too." Loki commented, then smiled as he watched the other. "I do enjoy fires. Resistant to the cold I might be, but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy warmth." He'd gladly stay for a 'date' a bit longer too.

"You proved that by your love of hugs." Puck replied as he put some more wood into the hearth and snapped a few times for it to catch quicker. "But the warmth would be nice along with the company." As the fire sorted itself out and grew, Puck watched it for a moment before he looked around.

"Let's see.. Sit on the floor on a blanket, or sit on any of the chairs?" he looked over his shoulder to Loki. "What do you prefer?"

Loki wouldn't deny it. "I tend to enjoy positive affection, and despite our open relationship, I'm rather picky on levels of it. I didn't get enough growing up or something I'm sure." Which may or may not be true, but Loki's not going to say which.

"Chair requires one of us in the other's lap, which I'm more than alright with as well. Otherwise we'll be piling blankets on the floor."

Puck looked a bit pained at hearing that. "Unfortunately that seems very common for some beings."

"Hm." Puck caught the 'more' in that sentence and smiled. "Well, as you're taller it would be awkward for you to sit in my lap. So if you're fine with it, then give me a moment." Puck's chair at his reading nook was pulled over to sit in front of the fire at an angle, the blanket adjusted to drape across the back of it. "There we are, all ready."

Loki would help with moving the chair if Puck wanted. But he was settling in, then held out his arms in welcome for Puck to come cuddle. "I'm tall as a woman too, although my shape can shift in height as well as bulk, when needed. As you saw earlier."

Puck smiled and joined Loki on the chair, positioning himself to be comfortable on his lap, resting against Loki's chest like he was a pillow. "I did see that earlier, yes! With your being able to shapeshift into a number of forms, it must be entertaining. I know I would need a while to get tired of the ability."

Soon as Puck was situated, Loki was wrapping his arms around the fae. For warmth and for affection. "If you're trying to lie to me and say you don't have just as much versatility--don't. I'm a very good liar, and very good at spotting it in others." Teasing, while he nuzzled Puck's hair and brow.

Puck relaxed into it, giving a hum. "Why would I lie? I said I would need a while to get tired of doing it. Not that I can't do it. I just.." He inhaled a bit at the nuzzling. "I just happen to stay in one form for very long periods of time, that's all. It makes things much easier. But if you're wanting me to lie so you get the fun of catching me in one, I wouldn't be against it. Maybe."

"Entirely up to you. Whatever's more fun is my answer and you know that." Loki continued to be affectionate, enjoying that he could be and that it was returned. Their 'love' may be a play ultimately, but there was respect and care for the other on his own part. And positive affection was something Loki craved.

"I do, but I like hearing you say it." Puck answered. It was an interesting relationship they had going. It was a play for everyone's benefit, but there was also a lot of mutual respect and love being shared both ways. If Loki craved positive affection, Puck was fine to return it to him. Puck liked being entertained as much as Loki did, but Puck also liked giving some of himself to this mischief god who had decided to have fun with him.

"Actually I think I just like hearing you speak in general. But I'd hate for this to get boring. Ask me something-- within reason, and I'll try to lie. What would you like if you win?"

"Hmmm..." Loki was going to give this due thought and consideration. "If I win is the trickier part, as you already return my affection." As for what he could ask, that deserved due consideration too. It shouldn't be easy or obvious, as Loki did want to make this a decent challenge for them both. More fun that way.

Puck's eyes shone a bit in amusement. "Oh, you already saw the angle I'm approaching this from. I wouldn't offer this challenge if you were just going to say 'I want more of your affection'." Puck reached back, mirroring his arms around Loki's waist. He would provide as much cuddling as he could, even with his position. "Besides, it's not like you'd need to ask for more of that. But take your time with the decision!"

Cuddling was very nice, and a great way to share warmth as well as affection. Puck had made himself a nice little home and Loki was glad to be a guest in it. "I can easily say that, as much as there is much about the larger situation to be desired, that this?" Punctuated with a nuzzle against soft white hair at Puck's forehead. "This has been a pure joy to discover. I was not looking for it, but I am glad to have met you and be with you." Multiple levels in that, and though it was not a love-confession (feigned or otherwise) it was still saying that Loki cared.

Puck had aimed for coziness above everything else, really. He was pretty simple as far as his decorating tastes went and as Loki nuzzled in, Puck scrunched his nose as he smiled. The different levels were picked up on and like before, Puck didn't indicate that he'd done so. "Likewise. I'd hope after three centuries of living I'd be good at a few things. One of those being giving care to ones I'm fond of. Hopefully you're getting enough to be satisfied. If not, I can always give more."

In the same boat as Loki, Puck wasn't confessing romantic love, even though it was there in a way. It as a nice mix of love and respect, that didn't really go under either label. "It helps that you were even open to this entire idea." He added with a wink. "I'm sure it was my sunny disposition that helped, combined with your leaning into things."

"Your playfulness and clever wit and intelligence. You're pleasing to look at as well." Loki countered with a soft chuckle and again nuzzled Puck's hair and brow. "You presented me with a good challenge and how could I not accept? We put on quite a show and it was a delight to be able to do so."

Truly, Loki wasn't sure he'd 'ever' have enough positive affection and care. No complaints here, nor demands for more either however. Just enjoyment of the moment and savoring that.

"Now, since you say you like hearing my voice, I can offer you some options. Would you like a story more or a song more?"

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"The looks are part of what comes with being one of Oberon's." Which was a lie, some of them were horrifying to look at, but that likewise was by choice. "But it was nice to find someone who could keep up."

Puck was similar- to him fun was an infinite resource and one he intended to enjoy as long as it was around. It was the same with various types of love and friendship. Puck allowed his eyes to close for a moment at the nuzzling and reopened them as he answered.

"Since I can't pick both, I think a story would work. I can always hear you sing some other time."

"I mean, there are story-songs. That's actually fairly common." Loki pointed out, but Loki understood. "What kind of story would you like? I doubt you want a bedtime story like I read for Alice."

"Wait, like bard songs?" Puck knew of those enough, but laughed at the bedtime comment. "No, I'm not looking for a bedtime story, you're very correct with that." He thought for a moment. "A comedy, I think. I have a feeling you're good at telling them."

"I can do that. Would you like a tale based in reality or one completely made up? I do promise to avoid Shakespeare's works for you."

"I wouldn't know the difference, so.. One made up, for the fun of it." Puck tried to look put out for all of a few seconds. "Oh? I'm sure you'd do well reciting him, but also thank you for that."

"Comedy, hmm?" Loki leaned forward to kiss Puck's forehead while he thought quickly. "Well, let me begin then." Although Loki freed one hand from the embrace, so if wanted he could add illusions to his tale. Puck wasn't getting a bedtime story, but he was going to get a full show just as Alice often did. Voices and pictures and as entertaining as Loki could make it.

[OOC: I was thinking of a version of the film Liar Liar, mostly because of the trickery and clever-word play of it, along with the wishes aspect. Here

Puck settled in to listen, turning into a good audience member. He laughed at the jokes, plot twists and the overall trickster aspects of the story as a whole. Puck let himself enjoy it and Loki's performance, and as the story was finished he blinked in surprise.

"With all of the word play and tricks involved, I'm actually a little shocked it has such a happy ending! But I'm still getting used to humans enjoying stories with magic elements, so what do I know?" Puck laughed again. "What a fun story!" He clapped. "Both well told and well acted. My compliments! Would you like to hear something in return? Or something else?"

"Happy endings are very rare, so I tend to make note of them or use them sparingly. But you did request a comedy, which means it should be a more pleasant ending than otherwise." Loki pointed out, leaning his head against Puck's affectionately.

"So long as I can keep cuddling with you, you can surprise me." Because that was quite nice and Loki wanted to continue doing that.

"I did, and you delivered nicely." Puck fell quiet for a moment as he thought back. "Let's see.. I can't quite match your storytelling for visuals, so take this song instead." Puck smiled, took a breath and began singing in Latin, gliding into a soprano.

His voice was clear, delicate and equally robust. The lyrics hit him a little harder than the last time he had performed the song, and Puck respected that by putting all of his energy into the performance. By the third stanza he had stopped fighting the complete wave of emotions coming along for the ride. The song was about the highest form of unconditional love one could know and often pointed to any number of deities in most human mythology. Even the word play of caritas being derived from the word for a romantic partner fit this whole situation like a glove. That he was singing to an actual god added a layer. Puck felt like his heart was going to break from the sheer weight of love he felt, and put behind each line.

Puck continued to sing, and by the end of the song he was crying, but managed to finish it on the note required. Puck slumped back to rest against Loki as he caught his breath with a tired laugh. Tears streaked his face and he managed a playful smile as he found his voice again.

"I think that was enough of one." Puck said as he looked up at Loki.

Loki, likewise, turned into attentive listener and supported Puck. It was an impressive performance, especially considering all of the emotion the other put into it. Loki honestly wasn't sure how the other was managing to do so and he was stunned. It was, quite simply, a joy to listen to and an experience being sung to.

As Puck slumped, Loki caught him and cradled him gently. One hand coming up to brush his hair soothingly, and he leaned in to nuzzle the other comfortingly until Puck pulled back to look at him. Blue-green eyes were suspiciously brighter themselves, though no tears fell. His face though, showed many things but most prominently, a confused joy and happiness.

"I think you outshone me there, my friend." Honest, voice low and full of that same confused joy and happiness.

Puck took every bit of that comfort as Loki offered it before he smiled back and gave a laugh at the compliment.

"One of my hidden talents. A jester-- or one close to it, needs to know how to do some things very well at first." Which had just been lesson one of being a performer. Puck noted the emotions Loki had on display and smiled again.

"Oh? Well, that wasn't my intention, but I'm glad you enjoyed it." Puck paused for a moment. "I did mean it, before you ask. That probably colored the performance nicely." Puck took a breath and idly wiped at his eyes again, though he wasn't actively crying.

Loki leaned forward to nuzzle Puck again, and then moved to kiss his eyes gently. "You're very talented my friend. And you give me an honored gift." Folding Puck more into a cuddle again, one hand idly combing through his hair and stroking his nape.

"I'm glad you liked it." Puck answered, smiling at the additional kisses. As they resumed cuddling, Puck relaxed into it. He buried his head into Loki's shoulder for a moment, laughing lightly. "Latin works for you, then. I'll keep that in mind."

But his tone softened after the joke. "You deserved at least that much for everything."

"I speak it myself, so why wouldn't it?" Loki replied, leaning his head against Puck's more and nuzzling his hair. "...You're too kind to me." Meant to sound like a joke, a tease. But there was an undercurrent of truth to it in Loki's tone. That he thought Puck was being too kind.

"That's a good point." Puck agreed before he picked up on some of the undercurrent. He smiled a bit.
"I should get on insulting your favorite food, then. Just to take the edge off of my kindness." he joked back. "But I won't, because you do deserve it. You've been nothing but, I'm repaying you accordingly."

Puck moved one of his hands and pointed to his ears. "Fae. Not just a fan of high fantasy literature, dressed like a character." The hand went back to cuddling.

Loki chuckled, and took that hand to lace his fingers with Puck's and hold it. "You do realize there could be multiple angles at play here, yes?" Almost like he was trying to find a reason for Puck to doubt him. "But I do very genuinely enjoy your company."

Puck smiled and held Loki's hand gently. "Are you asking if I'm flexible?" he said in mock surprise with a laugh. "Sure, there could be. But that doesn't mean there are. Or that I might not understand them." Puck moved his head, nuzzling into Loki's neck. "I enjoy yours, too. Even if you are a scandalous bully." Puck hesitated for a moment before he kissed Loki's neck softly. "It's part of the charm, along with the rest of you."

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Loki chuckled, grinning at Puck with the joke. "I'm certain you are, or were you wondering if I was?" Proving that 'bullying' comment right. He squeezed their laced fingers softly, and tilted his head to let Puck have more access to his neck. "Most people don't think my being a bully is so charming."

"The answer to both is yes." Puck confirmed as he continued to kiss Loki's neck, letting himself enjoy giving the affection. Puck kissed his way up Loki's neck, chuckling against it. "Most people like bullying until it happens to them, I've found." he said simply.

Puck smiled. "But I'm not most people, and if this mischief god I've found myself with needs to hear how good you are at things, I can oblige."

"Quite honestly, this mischief god you've found yourself with is used to being thought of as a nuisance, even though he's actually pretty wonderful." Loki teased back, moving his non-laced together with Puck hand to stroke through the other's white hair. "Certainly, to attract this wonderful and theatrical fae and hold his attention, I must be doing something right."

It was all teasing and affection, but also with layers of truth.

"That's their misfortune, and their loss. You're very wonderful, yes." Puck assured Loki with a hum at the hair stroking. "Is my affection not making it that obvious?" Puck asked as he pulled away from Loki's neck long enough to blink at him in plain, over the top confusion. More teasing, but Puck leaned back in and nuzzled at Loki's neck. "You're also doing more than one thing right, but I'm not going to tell you what those are just yet. Call it my taking some inspiration."

There were some layers, but some plain truths just being shared in return.

"Obvious or not, I will not turn down the affection whether I deserve it or not as well." Loki tilted his head only enough to brush a quick kiss against Puck's cheek before the other moved out of range. "You don't have to try to pique my curiosity by the way. I already find you quite interesting on your own without other inspiration."

"Oh, good, that saves me a speech." Puck replied with a grin at the kiss. "I'm many things, but always consistent. A little inspiration is more for fun than my being worried that I'm not interesting enough." Puck resumed kissing Loki's neck. "Oh? That's good to know, and I'll act on it accordingly. Maybe."

Puck moved one of his hands up to idly trail in the ends of Loki's hair. "Or maybe not, since I'm a trickster as much as you are."

"This is true, you are. I rarely get to meet a good match like you." Loki murmured, leaning into the touch as well as the affection now. Cuddling had been a very good idea.

"Two pieces fitting together nicely. Or two treasures bringing out the radiance in each other, take your pick." Puck joked as he continued to cuddle, letting his hand run through Loki's hair while his other held on with steady assurance. "But for now, I'll just work on treasuring you a bit more."

Loki was hoping Puck was home. If not, he'd just go find wherever the fae was, but home would be easiest. He was curious both if Puck had heard the latest news, and he wanted to show the other something. Yes, it was a bit of preening on Loki's part, but why not? He did genuinely want the other's opinion, even if his outfit was practical too.

So he found himself outside Puck's home, wearing armor, and knocking strongly on the door.

Puck was still playing the role of a homebody for the most part. It was nice to have the free time, even if Puck struggled a bit with finding things to fill the time with. He had heard about the labyrinth opening, but he would make his plans to explore it later. At the strong knock on his door, Puck sat his mug of tea down.

"Coming!" he called before he headed to the door and swung it open, blinking at Loki's sudden visit. He smiled. "Hello, Loki." Puck noticed the armor and looked at Loki in mild confusion.

"What brings you here, besides my good company?"

"Well, I wanted to be certain you'd heard the latest amusing diversion that's happening." Loki replied with a smile that was all charm. "And it's pretty dangerous, or so I've been told, so I thought I'd go prepared and thought you'd like to see." One arm gestured to himself in the armor. "If you'd rather, I can try and locate a horse and ride up--make it more of a cliche."

"The labyrinth being open? Yes, I've heard of it." Puck nodded and looked at Loki, smiling back at the confidence on display. "No, I'd have to remember the right type of thrilling orchestra music to hum while that happened. But you do make a very dashing prince." Puck blinked at the dangerous comment. "Oh? I'll need to prepare myself." He looked at his own outfit. "Hm. But I'll worry about that later. That armor suits you nicely!"

Loki just grinned, then put on a properly neutral-polite expression and bowed in a courtly manner. Holding it for a moment, before coming back up with that grin again that was playful and mischievous. "It's actually designed for winter. Technically what I arrived in, which you also have not seen, is also armor. Though neither are the fancy suit with a matching helm that I wore on Thor's coronation day or when I temporarily ruled Asgard."

But on to some business...

"I've been warned by a few that the Labyrinth is dangerous so I figured best to be prepared, though I'm more worried about a return of the werewolves or shadow wolves. It's why I sought to regain proper armor as opposed to the lighter version I arrived in. And you will be alright, yes?" Because Puck was tricky and clever and smart, but Loki didn't think the other had all of his magic back yet.

Puck clapped a little as Loki bowed. "It does give off that impression." he replied before listening. He gave an assuring nod and grinned.

"I will be, yes. I can run well enough, even without a proper suit to do it in." Saying as much about Owen without mentioning him by name, Puck's eyes shone in playfulness for a moment. "I've got fast reflexes, so I can jump even if I can't fly. If I thought it was dangerous enough to be a threat, I wouldn't be looking forward to going in." He idly stretched.

"To turn the question around, will you? That armor looks sturdy and I know you've got magic, but the concern goes both ways, even with my faith in you."

"Liar." Loki said teasingly, reaching out to brush his hand against Puck's cheek. "Dangerous or not you'd be looking forward to going in anyway." Playfulness in his own eyes, but serious underneat. "I'll be alright. I have some tricks I haven't shown you, and I'm going in with Webby and one of our new arrivals, Jenny. Webby and I have worked together before. Jenny seems eager, but not inexperienced to strangeness even for all that she's an unknown."

"And not a good one, it seems." Puck joked back. "I would be, yes. What's an adventurous spirit without a sense of fun for the unknown?" He nodded at Loki's last statement. "Then it sounds like you have a good team together. I'm planning to just arrive and see who's up for joining me. At worst, I'll go in by myself. At best, I find someone." He grinned at the tricks comment. "Oh? Will I get to see those, or be left to wonder?"

"Perhaps, and you need to learn to be a better liar with me. I've had centuries of practice at it." Loki's smile was genuinely amused and affectionate though. "Take care if you do go alone. I'm kind of fond of you, if you couldn't tell."

"Then I'll just be bad at it, because I've only had a handful. But I do like when you figure it out." Puck gave an affectionate smile back, tone joking. "I had no idea at all, actually. The cuddling and affection didn't make that loud and clear, thank you for spelling it out." Puck bowed a bit and chuckled as he straightened up. "No, but I'll be careful enough. Ready to run if I need to, you have my word."

"I mean, I could just be a very good actor and putting on a show." Loki teased back, but he chuckled at the reassurance too. "Good. I'd say keep out of trouble but we both know that's no fun. So just try to stay unhurt and in one piece, and have fun. I'll be doing the same."

"I'll find roses to scatter at your feet." Puck joked, as he just made a mental note to actually do that. He leaned forward and gave Loki a quick kiss on the cheek. "May our cups run over with it."

"For love of trouble, hmm?" Loki teased back, smiling with the kiss and reaching to grab one of Puck's hands. Bringing it up to kiss the back of it too.

"Or love of a troublemaker." Puck answered smoothly. "Go have a good time, I'm sure I'll be in there soon enough."

"We'll check in with each other later, yes? I'm sure we'll both have stories besides comparing notes. That Labyrinth is one of the major obstacles in our way after all." Another kiss against the back of Puck's hand and Loki let it drop.

"Of course, of course." Puck answered with a grin at the kiss. "Go, before I remember that music I should be humming."

Loki just chuckled and gave a little salute-wave as he turned to go meet Webby and Jenny. Hopefully the Labyrinth would give good stories for both he and Puck to trade later.

[Continued from Here]

Loki wouldn't rush but he also didn't waste time heading home. Grateful still that he had a private room, and hoping Alice would be occupied otherwise. He loved her, and her wanting to chaperone them was very cute. But he also was not in the mood for it right then.

Whether he beat Puck or not, Loki grabbed a bottle of mead and two cups, as well as some of the sweet cakes he'd made it a point to have on hand, and headed up to his room.

On the other side of the coin, Puck did take his time with getting there. Not horribly slow, but not as quickly as Loki may have. Once Puck had been let in and directed to Loki's room, he'd made quick work of approaching the door and knocking.

Loki opened it enough to verify, then smiled and moved to let the Fae in. It was a sparse room, but comfortable enough. A decently sized bed and side table, some tapestries on the wall, a dresser for clothing with a closet attached for hanging things (like armor). There was also a comfy chair in the room and a small table that had under-storage of it, where Loki'd set out the mead and cups and sweet cakes.

"I see you weren't interrogated about your intentions by my protective daughter."

Puck stepped inside and looked around as he took it in. Sparse but comfortable fit Loki nicely.

"I've dodged more intense questions and she already knows I'm planning to be a gentlemen." Puck answered with a chuckle. "But if need be, I can remember to bring up the notebook filled with thoughts on how good you are--" Puck cupped his own chin in thought. "I think that's how those older romance novels go. Someone puts everything in a diary and simply pines so much they could be mistaken as a missing tree. But I've not read one in ages, so what do I know?"

And there was the comedy, in that Puck and Loki already knew of the fake notebook, so the scandal of it being discovered could never actually happen. Puck smiled at the snacks and refreshments set out.

"Well. This looks lovely!"

It was hardly as comfortable as the palace had been, but it was more comfortable than other places Loki had lived too. The bed had more than enough pillows and blankets to be cozy, and he was planning to add some bookshelves, and maybe a desk if he had room. Possibly also to add a Library to the cottage itself.

"I am not surprised at her fierceness and am very amused. She remains a delight." Loki said, motioning for Puck to take the chair. "I wanted to play a good host myself, since I've been treated to being a good guest when I visit you."

Puck walked to the chair and had a seat, watching Loki idly. "I'd say you're doing well so far." he assured the other with a grin. "She wants to make sure you're being treated well, and I in turn want to treat you well. It's a combination that works together."

Puck sat back in the chair and gave a thoughtful hum. "Much like a trickster god and a fae I know, if you can imagine it."

"I think I can. And I'm glad it does work well." Loki replied, moving to pour for them both. "Now, I do think you'll like this, as I was able to locate mead. Hopefully none of this is too sweet for you, but I do confess myself to a sweet tooth." In the future, Loki was pondering adding cheese to compliment the sweets and finding a nice wine or mead as well.

"I want to treat you well too. I'm not....used to having actual friends. So as part of that, I'd want to treat you well. Add to it that you are my partner as well, and it's doubly so." And there was more, but Loki was still trying to figure out that part.

"Wonderful, I was worried I'd need to draw a diagram." Puck joked before smiling at Loki's comments. "It should be fine." And even if it was too sweet, Puck would drink it anyway in the spirit that it'd been given in.

"Then we'll treat each other well, and go from there." Puck said resolutely before he lifted his cup in a toast. "To treasures." he said with a playful grin. A drink was had and Puck's eyes widened a bit. The mead was sweet, but not overly so. But also Puck had never had mead itself, so the combination of honey and alcohol caught him off guard. He looked at the cup for a minute and then took another drink around a chuckle.

"It's much different than I was expecting!" Puck remarked after the second, as he looked over the rim of the cup to Loki.

Loki held up his own cup to toast. "Skål, to treasures." He took a drink himself, but was watching Puck's reactions more. But the other seemed pleased, and Loki chuckled a bit when he took the second drink. "It would seem in a good way though. Mead and Wine were what were common in Asgard." Loki moved to sit on the edge of his bed, one leg crossed casually over the other. "I wanted to make sure you got to taste it though, since you said you'd never had it."

"Wine is more common in Avalon, but nothing honey based." Puck had another drink, giving a contented sigh. "Come to think on it, honey is mostly used for desserts if anything." Puck watched as Loki crossed his legs and grinned before he helped himself to one of the cakes. Taking a bite and chasing it with mead, Puck nodded and caught himself before he could speak with his mouth full.

Once he'd chewed and swallowed, he nodded to the cake and the cup. "Are these the kinds of snacks you'd have in Asgard? Because I would have to struggle not to have these often." A grin. "The company is better than both, but they're all working well."

"The cakes not as much, as these are designed as dessert cakes. But I'll see if I can't get a close to Asgardian meal together sometime for us." Loki was pleased that the fae was enjoying though. "But feasts were common, and we were, as the saying goes, the types who worked hard and played hard. We partied hard, but we trained hard as well."

"I'd like that." Puck said simply with a nod. "There are feasts in Avalon, and formal dinners it seems every night on Earth depending on where you look. But I'm interested in the differences between what we know." Puck had some more of the cake and mead, looking more amused than anything else. It really was a new experience, food wise.

"Most feasts in Avalon are around acknowledging Oberon and Titania, which I doubt is any kind of surprise. But it's an excuse to have wine and celebrate, so-" Puck shrugged. "I tried not to complain when they'd happen."

"Our feasts were for holidays, or to battle honors." Loki said simply. "Celebrations of new birth, and especially for weddings." Like any people really. "Would that I could show you Valaskjálf, where I grew up." A bit of a sad memory for all that Loki was fond of it too.

"I would love to see Avalon too. Though I do not promise to polite to your rulers, so perhaps better I never go." Loki might be polite, if it suited him. He might not. He was protective of Puck already.

Puck tried to picture it and nodded. "Most of the wedding celebrations I've been to have been on Earth." he said as he finished his glass of mead and the cake.

"I'd prefer you not murdered at best, so yes it'd be better if you didn't visit. As much as I'd enjoy showing you around." That protection ran both ways, it seemed. Loki would be lucky if Oberon simply killed him for any disrespect. Puck quickly pushed the idea of that happening out of his mind and went to refill his cup, tilting the bottle towards Loki in question.

"A good point, and I'd be a fool to insult and go after a ruler on his own land like that. Especially if he's a fae." Which could beg the question of why he was scheming against Vaeros, except that Loki did not believe he was the 'ruler' of this land.

To the question about another cup, Loki shook his head. He had a bit of mischief in mind, but he wasn't letting Puck in on it yet. Instead he took a long drink from his own cup, then moved over to where the other had settled. Leaning down, and tilting Puck's head up, he kissed the other and shared the mead that way.

"You would be, yes." Puck agreed. He loved giving Oberon grief, but Puck could get away with it via his position in the court and the abilities to back up that bravado. An outsider doing the same would be considered a quick target for retribution. Even if Loki was charming.

Puck sat the bottle back upright as Loki declined and watched as Loki had another drink. As Loki approached and tilted Puck's head up, Puck blinked in confusion before Loki simply fed him some of the drink via kiss.

Opening his mouth when he realized what was happening so he didn't risk choking or coughing, Puck drank the mouthful of alcohol as he returned the kiss, leaning into it. Puck also had never been fed anything via kiss, so his cheeks were a bit tinged. Not that he minded in the slightest.

A dose of mischief and alcohol, it turned out, made for a splendid combination.

Once the drink was gone, Loki held the kiss for a bit longer. One hand came up to stroke Puck's hair back affectionately, as it was broken and Loki smiled. "I'm sure I'll need a refill in a moment, but that was just for fun first." He hadn't moved too far away, still with one hand at Puck's hair and the other tilting his chin up. Inwardly, he was amused by the blush and pleased to have caused it.

As the kiss was broken, Puck found his voice after a few seconds. "It was fun, yes." he answered with a chuckle. "I can't say I've had that done before." Puck reached up and idly touched his own lips, noting they felt warm. Which probably helped the alcohol, all things considered. Puck watched Loki for a moment and then looked to the bottle of mead. "A- Anyway. Help yourself, of course. I'm a guest here first."

Oh that was just too adorable, and Loki leaned in for another quick kiss. Amused, happy, enjoying Puck's company and wanting to share that affection. It was kept brief though, before Loki pulled back entirely. Snagging one of the sweet cakes himself, as he moved back to sit on his bed with the cup on the side-table.

"We learn from each other. From what I understand that's a good thing in a relationship. That you should compliment and learn from each other." It's said a bit shyly, mostly because Loki was trying to sound authoritative. But he had no direct experience with this.

Puck chuckled as Loki pulled away after a second kiss and made himself comfortable again. He picked up on the shy yet authoritative tone and smiled. "No, you understand correctly, and I'd say we're doing that very well."

Puck busied himself with another sip of his mead, that blush starting to fade out. "So gold stars for both of us." he chuckled. "Not unlike honey, actually."

"I mean, I could do gold stars if you wanted." Loki said with an answering chuckle. Sweet cake in one hand, he actually made a motion like he was gathering something in his fist of the other. Then held that up, as if he was releasing something... Little golden-lights with a hint of green at the edges floated up and out to cover the ceiling.

"Oh?" Puck watched as Loki managed to do that with one hand, both impressed and amused at the gathering part. As the lights blanketed the ceiling, Puck laughed softly and then smiled at Loki.

"I would tell you to stop being charming, but I may as well as the sun to stop making heat for all that would do." There was another sip of mead. "So I won't." Puck winked at Loki over the rim of his cup.

"It is one of the traits I'm best known for, thank you." Loki said with a smile at the wink. No blush, but he the smile was genuinely pleased. "The charm is also not at all an act where you're concerned. At least, not unless we're both hamming it up for a show." Because it was important Puck know that.

Puck sat his cup down and nodded. "Good, I'd hope it wasn't." But the clarification was a bit heartwarming. It wasn't just the mead and company. "And I'm glad to see I can still pick up on traits shown by others. It's one of my many talents." There was a playful grin.

"Even if I'm not so versed in others."

"Well, we teach each other, I think." Loki responded, after having some of the sweet cake. "I certainly appreciate that we keep surprising each other, too. That's usually hard to do with me." That smile remained genuine though, with a hint of shyness. No acts, just Loki trying to let himself be a bit vulnerable. To show that Puck was important, besides tell.

Puck finished his cup and smiled at the shyness that showed up. Another surprise, it seemed. The vulnerability was appreciated but Puck would be lying if he said he didn't find it cute. He stood and picked up the bottle along with his cup, moving to sit next to Loki.

"Well, I'm quite glad that I'm not boring. You're also quite a good teacher-- I'll have to match your abilities."

It was a decent sized bed, considering how tall Loki was. He moved over easily enough to let Puck come join him. "You haven't been boring since we met. Even Owen, is not boring." Loki fiddled with his sweet cake a bit, breaking off some more to nibble and offering the other to Puck. "You challenge me in good ways, which was shown at the ball. I'm not used to being a teacher though, although I'm helping Luz with her glyphs, and teaching Eilonwy and Kaiba runes. As an alphabet at least, and going to work more with Eilonwy on her mental defenses."

Puck took the offered cake and had some of it. "For someone not used to it, you're certainly acting otherwise." As Loki ran down the list of people he was teaching, Puck gave a good natured chuckle and leaned in to give him a kiss. "I'm sure you'll do well with all of those challenges, especially considering you did so well with mine at the ball." Which had been an improve as much as it had been a fun challenge to each other.

"Owen simply looks like he's boring, you're right."

The kiss was unexpected, but very nice, and Loki leaned into it. A bit sad it had been so brief too, but he appreciated what Puck was saying. "They're all intelligent and clever people, which makes it fun." The ball challenge had been a delight really. Also a delight to find that they were alike in using it as a cover. Hopefully Puck also was surprised to find that it had become something else entirely, because Loki was. "I don't think he looks boring so much as he is very focused. He does not hide what he wants to do or be, and is very obvious in what he's presenting to others."

Closing his eyes, Loki moved to lean his forehead against Puck's own. "He does have your handsome face though, if one looks hard enough."

"Good." Puck answered softly. Puck had been surprised by the swing from a cover story to actual feelings of love. But where Loki might have been more surprised that it had happened at all; Puck was more surprised at how Loki had gone along with it in the first place. Puck's feelings were more intense by nature of what he was but he did love Loki in a variety of ways. As Loki complimented Owen and used Puck's forehead as a pillow, Puck smiled.

The want for more physical affection hadn't gone unnoticed. Puck adjusted his position and leaned forward. "A bit of a lure, if his competence doesn't draw attention then his looks would fill in that gap. All planned, I can assure you. Now--" Puck cleared his throat and when he spoke it was back in the Romanian accent he'd put on.

"If I remember a certain trickster god's words from a while ago, you mentioned expecting to be ravished." There was a gentle kiss to his neck. "Would you like that now, or later?"

Loki's first reaction was to laugh fully, but not in a mean way or in any way other than amusement. Letting a shimmer of green wash over him, and her arms wound around Puck in turn. There was no long white gown, just Loki's green tunic and black pants, boots having been left by the door. A bit baggier now on the feminine frame, but not terribly so.

"Shall I return us to our costumes, if we're going to do this right? How does a Fae ravish, compared to a vampire, I wonder? I've experience with neither." Definitely an impish smile felt as she nuzzled the fae's cheek.

"Oh, you think I've got experience with the later?" Puck joked back. "I would be taking cues from pop culture. But I know that I personally like to enjoy my time spent with bedmates." The nuzzle got a smile out of Puck as he continued to kiss her neck.

"If you'd rather play, I can do that, obviously."

"We can't enjoy and play? Oh my Puck, I'm sorry you've had such uncreative bedmates before then." Loki teased back, kissing his cheek and moving to nuzzle closer to his ear. Loki fully intended to enjoy herself.

"A shame, isn't it?" Puck replied, cheeks going slightly red as Loki got closer to one of his ears. "Ah, we're getting a start on the play aspect early. I'd expect nothing less." Like Loki, Puck would have equally as much fun. "But I'd also want nothing less."

"So perhaps a mutual ravishment? I need a moment then, to set something up." Loki murmured, still deliberately near Puck's ear. But with a reassuring kiss against his cheek as she unwound her arms from around him.

Only a moment, for her to stand and her fingers glowed green. Loki made some weaving motions with her fingers, then touched the wall and murmured something softly under her breath. Too soft to fully make out beyond the susurration of sound.

That done, she turned with in impish grin and a wash of green over her form, placing her in a green gown. "There, the door is now locked, with a do not disturb aura and a noise-muffling effect from within. Just in case." All mischief in blue-green eyes that sparkled, as her hands went behind her back.

"Imagine the scandal if my daughter found you were here and we were chaperoneless like we are."

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Puck bit his lower lip and actually shivered for a brief second. "That's a very good way of describing it, yes." But the kiss was equally as appreciated as the playfulness Loki was displaying.

He watched as she cast some magic and tried to figure out what it was as she morphed her outfit into a gown and explained in the next breath. Puck laughed and sat up straighter.

"A good thing you've cast all of those spells! I'm personally not in the mood for any sort of scandal-- though the noise muffling does make me wonder just how loud you expect me to get with this mutual ravishing as you aptly named it." Puck grinned.

"But with your safeguards in place, I'm sure it doesn't matter."

"Oh it's not because I'm worried about you or me specifically, so much as just a caution I built into the spell. It can be useful for other things besides mutual ravishment scenarios." Loki was very proud of herself for it actually.

Her hands came around to the front again, clasped, and Loki let the smile turn more fond. "This whole play that has become something more? It is not the first time I've used playing at being a lover with someone, as a cover for clandestine shenanigans. Usually for much lower stakes albeit, because it's fun." A look down, then back up to meet Puck's eyes. "But it is the first time it's...become not an act as it were."

"It sounds like it can be." Puck was both amused and proud and he listened as Loki explained things.

"Well fun is as important as anything else." Puck agreed. "Why do something if it isn't?" But Puck met Loki's eyes when she looked at him. The weight of that statement caught up with him after a beat and he took a moment to find his voice.

"How kindhearted of you to tell me." The self assumed role of a debonair seducer was forgotten for second. "It's not just a game for me, even if I'm making jokes as much as I'm enjoying it."

"I'd be worried if you weren't making jokes. Part of your charm is your ability to find the humor in things, for me." Loki meant that too, as she made her way back over to join him on her bed. Still with her hands clasped, right fiddling with the left. "I'm still...figuring it all out, and am a lot more hurt and damaged than I've let you see. But you are my partner, at the very least."

"That would be a sign of concern depending on the situation, yes." Puck watched as she moved her hands and did what came to mind first. "Again, thank you for telling me that. I don't need you to move at any sort of pace that you're uncomfortable with. All of the hurt and damage you're carrying is nothing I need to see more of to believe. My trust isn't bought by a quota of things shared." Puck leaned over, adjusting his position to give Loki a kiss on her forehead.

"It's by actions. Though being yourself also doesn't hurt." Puck joked as he pulled back. "So, partner. What would you like me to do now?"

Loki hadn't even consciously realized they were treating it as transactional--that affection and care didn't have to be 'traded' for information. Nor was she consciously trying to manipulate either as that could also be a possibility. She was sharing, but not for reassurance only--but because it was important to her that Puck know and understand. The words, and the kiss, had her smiling softly and shyly. It made her look younger and was a reminder that for all her experience and years, there were things she was still learning.

Finally she unclasped her hands, moving them to take Puck's and twine their fingers. "Keep being you." Loki leaned in to kiss him now and speak against his mouth. "Keep being you, and have fun with me."

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Puck grinned at the first request and chuckled at the elaborating as their fingers entwined, though it was muffled by the kiss. Puck had picked up on what she had been trying to get across, but also wanted to share that he understood that and could also see where Loki had been coming from. Like Loki had said, they would teach each other in various ways.

"I seem to remember hearing as much before." Puck returned the kiss. "Telling a fae to have fun with you can be dangerous in the right circumstance." he joked and tried to keep his tone serious. Puck failed, laughing. "But not in this case."

"I'm used to dangerous if it helps--and I know exactly what I said." Still speaking against his mouth, as Loki laughed a bit herself. "I did say that I've never been ravished by a fae and was curious about it too." With a little nuzzle of her nose to his as well.

"I don't have a set blueprint I follow." Puck said as he moved to kiss at her neck. "But we'll both have fun with this. No poetry, though, in case you were wondering. Well, none verbal."

There was a soft sigh, and Loki tilted her head to let Puck have more access. "Poetry or not, I enjoy your company. They do say actions speak louder than words." One hand moved from where their hands were joined, to reach up and brush through the fae's hair. Back from his forehead, by his ear, touch for the sake of touch and affection. "How fair would you like me to play?"

"I've heard that, too." Puck answered as he continued kissing, moving down in contrast to Loki's hand moving back. He chuckled. "At least a little. But I'm not so fragile as to get upset at play. Why would I be?"

"I'm aware you're not fragile. I think you're very strong actually, in a variety of ways." Loki murmured, letting herself lean more against him and into the affection. Fingers tangling and combing through his hair, her other hand squeezing his. "But I also know of at least two weaknesses of yours that I could use to my advantage. I've been known to be ruthless before."

Which she would prove by tilting her head enough to kiss just by his ear.

"You're not wrong with that assessment." Puck answered against her skin, feeling as some of the smaller knots in his hair were being finger combed out. He trusted Loki enough to know that she wasn't about to find cold iron, but Puck also hadn't been expecting what she ended up doing.

There was a sharp inhale as Puck forced himself not to pull away in shock. He let his eyes close for a second and laughed. "That is ruthless!" he replied, feeling his cheeks starting to grow slightly warm. "But I'm not mad at it." Not at all, actually.

He could feel the smile against his skin, as she continued to finger comb through his hair. But Loki moved away from his ear for now, to press kisses against his forehead and hair. Still leaning into him and holding him close, and with another squeeze of their joined hands. "I wouldn't use the one you mentioned against you. I won't betray that trust." Promising, and Loki promising herself that she would not betray him.

"I know." Puck answered simply and with confidence. He did know that because Puck trusted his own judgement. "I guess I wasn't expecting the other one to make an appearance-- which is foolish on my part." Be shown a fun toy and told not to play with it? Puck had been down that road before and given Oberon and Titania more headaches than he could keep track of by the same logic.

"I'd ask for a warning, but then it's not as fun." Puck lifted his head from Loki's collarbone to look at her with a playful smile.

That was one of the advantages of the gown as opposed to the tunic and trousers Loki had been wearing. The gown had a wider neckline, especially when untied. Loki normally favored high-necked clothing and being fairly covered up really.

That playful smile was too cute though, and her free hand moved around to brush his cheek and mouth affectionately. "You do have such a lovely reaction to it. I'm sure you'll find some of my other weaknesses too." Once again, she knew exactly what she'd said.

Puck leaned into Loki's hand for a moment before he smiled again. "Your confidence is appreciated." That sounded like a whole challenge, and one Puck was ready to accept. He pulled his other hand away from Loki's and moved to begin untying the top of her gown, going slowly.

"Allow me to start searching for them, then."

"Please do." Loki said with a soft laugh, winding her other arm around him too. One hand went back to combing through his hair and stroking it affectionately. She did not stray from stroking his ear either with the soft touches. Loki also leaned her head enough to nuzzle him where she could.

The stroking in general was pleasant if not a bit distracting. Small jolts of electricity that were being sent through Puck, if he had to put it in words. But Puck didn't need to, so he didn't. As the laces were undone, Puck eased the gown off of Loki's shoulders and then downward, freeing her chest. Puck treated all of his lovers like they were to be enjoyed like a nice wine. Or a nice meal. This wouldn't be different.

Loki expected no less from Puck, and she often was the kind to enjoy her time with her intimate partners. Savoring the time, as she was a hedonist after all. That her ego would not allow her to not be a good lover certainly helped ensure that it was fun for all.

As it was, this had the amusing side-effect of trapping her hands and arms. At least for the moment, as she could pull free from the loose gown at any moment. But what fun was that? "Oh no, I can't hold you anymore because my arms are pinned. Whatever shall I do?" Teasingly, with a smile full of mischief and affection in blue-green eyes along with playfulness.

As a female, Loki remained as tall but the angles of his figure and frame were softened when being her. Lean still, but curvy enough in her chest and hips to be noticeably female if not in heavy layers or hiding under armor. In truth, it had been a while since Loki had been with a lover while female, so this would be exciting. All because of a joke earlier, which made it all the more delightful.

Loki's agreeance to play along with the idea of her arms being trapped just made it more entertaining. Puck knew she could free herself on her own whim, but the fun they were having together just added to things. "I'll have to make up for it in your place, I think."

Puck remembered what he'd seen of romance movies and wrapped his arms around Loki's shoulders as he adjusted his angle to bend her backwards away from him somewhat dramatically. But like enjoying the humor of the situation, Puck played with this fact and bent with Loki so they were both going in the same direction. Puck adjusted his grip and positioned himself to have easier access to her breasts. He could do dramatic but Puck also just liked playfulness with his partners. He took in the sight of Loki and then began to kiss from her collarbone to her chest.

Once at her chest properly, he moved one hand to cup one of her breasts while Puck enjoyed the other with his mouth.

Easy enough to move with Puck, to let him support her since her arms were technically pinned. The bed was comfy enough with pillows and blankets, and blue-green eyes were watching him with amusement and mischief. At least until the kisses started, when they closed and she arched into them more. The bold touch though, along with bolder kisses, brought a pleased sigh and shiver down her spine. Her fingers twitched and arms moved, before Loki remembered she was supposed to be 'pinned'.

The bed was quite comfortable, and Puck enjoyed it as much as he enjoyed Loki's reactions. Knowing that he was pleasing a lover only added to everything, His hand paused and after a moment so did his mouth as Puck saw Loki's arms move out of the corner of his eyes. He chuckled and pulled back for a brief second to speak.

"Oh, the lady has found her strength!" Puck said in mock surprise. "Then I'll need to find more of mine to continue returning like with like."

Blue-green eyes were a tad hazy, but the smile was all playful when Loki met his expression. "'tis hardly strength my good lover, but a reaction to the sensations you inspire in me." Laying it on a bit thick, but that was part of the game. "How can I return like with like, with my arms thus trapped."

"A fair point. Keep them free." Puck answered as if he'd given it a lot of consideration. "Your return will be as expected as your arrival." A playful wink as he moved downward, keeping one hand on the breast he'd been using his mouth on. The other trailed to slowly drop beneath her skirt, ghosting against Loki's thighs.

"Hm. To remove this or leave it? Another important question."

With that permission, Loki pulled her arms free and reached to wrap them around him in turn. Those pleasant shivers returned with his touches and attention, and Loki let one hand fist in his own tunic at his shoulders. "Whether we leave or remove it, I will lodge a complaint that you are too overdressed. Where is the like meeting like in that?" Teasingly, with a playful caress of his ear too since she couldn't whisper in it.

Puck smiled as Loki's arms wrapped around him. He considered the complaint and nodded. "A fair point, and one I'll fix." His hands moved from Loki for a moment, though the shiver as he took off the tunic to expose his upper body wasn't from the sudden change of being dressed to being partially undressed. "And since I intend to fully undress for the rest of the time we spend together, then I'll also prepare accordingly."

Puck climbed off of the bed and stood long enough to undress down to his underwear for the time being. He examined the bracers on his arms and felt along the seam of one for a moment. With a soft click, it popped off. The second was removed, and his clothing was folded and sat aside neatly. Much like a dancer, his body was lithe but also with a hint of toning. Nothing on par with Owen's build, but something that suggested Puck kept himself busy enough in the time spent between forms.

Puck climbed back into the bed, positioning himself back over Loki. "Done and done." he gave her a kiss on one of her cheeks. "Unless this doesn't quite meet your expectations?"

As Puck moved, Loki did as well to sit with her legs shifted to the side slightly. Not shy about watching either, and when he came back she held her arms open to pull him in. Turning to kiss him, and letting her hands trace along newly bared skin. Exploring and teasing and learning dips and lines, while tasting him and focusing on that kiss. Trying to tell Puck without words that this was wanted, and enjoyed, and Loki was, for a rare turn, contented. To share that enjoyment and pleasure.

He could finish undressing her just fine in a moment.

Puck was used to being admired by his lovers- Oberon's children in general would take lovers as it suited them, and Puck wasn't an exception. On the same hand, he admired his lovers. Sex was usually a mix of passion and fun for him. As he was pulled back into the bed he chuckled and paid attention to how Loki's hands learned his figure. His skin was smooth, having been well cared for-- the salary paid by Xanatos ensured that Puck could afford the highest end bath products one could find in Manhattan, but some of it was also attributed to simply being one of the fae. But a few polite lies to shop workers had ensured a good working relationship. Owen Burnette was a good customer for a reason.

He inhaled a bit as she explored his torso and leaned into the kiss some more, trying to talk around it and failing as his words came out in a muffle. Puck broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Loki's shoulder for a moment in a laugh.

"All right, talking and kissing is still something I can't do at the same time. But as I was trying to say," Puck finished as he lifted his head to meet her gaze. "Good, I'm glad that I've met your requirement."

Loki just grinned at him, and leaned forward to nuzzle his nose. "It takes practice, and really you're not kissing properly and speaking at the same time. It's the lightest of touches and contact, just enough to tease and entice, but not to impede." She confided, keeping her arms around him while leaning into him, ready to wind herself around him however he wanted. "It should not be a requirement that you be handsome--but I do prefer aesthetically pleasing lovers, and I already knew you were handsome too. We shared a hot spring, though I did try to give you your privacy."

"Then all of those movies I've watched were lying." Puck said flatly as he took mental notes and put them into practice, giving some quick kisses to Loki's neck as he spoke. "Let's see.. Oh, yes that's much different." Puck pulled away with a light laugh. "My modesty only fits this specific personality, you realize. I can be shameless when I want, but never disingenuous. Not in this aspect. It'd be far too unkind."

"I'm sure you can. You're a trickster, and I know that role well." Loki teased back, leaving small kisses against his cheek. "I suspect, like me, you keep what is private that which you truly want to be private. And any who go looking will simply not know it is there, because of how showy you are otherwise. One hand climbed into his hair once more, but was now brushing his nape and stroking along the back of his neck.

"In any case, I've enjoyed all the facets of you that you've shown me so far."

"It's very true, yes." Puck answered with a light shiver at her fingers on his neck. "Ah.."

"Good, then I'll continue showing them to you. But not entirely during this moment." Puck took a breath to refocus and looked at Loki's dress again in thought. "If we're going to enjoy each other, we'll do it properly." he said with a resolute nod. "As lovely as this outfit is, I'm sure you're nicer without it." He made short work of taking the dress off the rest of the way, and like Puck had done with his own outfit, folded it and set it aside gently.

Loki stole one quick kiss before helping Puck remove the night-gown. It was plain, but a lovely emerald and soft and comfy. The extra care to fold it did not surprise her at all, and once again she held out her arms for him to come back and be held.

"I'd hate to think of what doing this improperly would be like. Although I'm sure I'd be able to come up with ideas." Murmured against his skin in turn, by one of his ears while one hand caressed the other. Holding him close and enjoying the contact of skin to skin.

Puck also went ahead and removed his underwear, setting them aside with the rest of his own clothes. He found Loki's arms again as he rejoined her. "I won't bore you with the details or an example, I assure you." he said with a grin. The skin to skin contact was lovely and Puck leaned into it for a moment. The shivering at his ears being played with was also pleasant but Puck was never a poor guest, especially in the bedroom.

He broke the embrace long enough to position himself to lay on his stomach above Loki's hips. Puck looked up from his position, expression curious for a moment before he grinned as he asked;

"I haven't even asked-- Do you enjoy being topped or doing the topping in this situation? Don't get clever and tell me that 'whatever I'd like' is fine, right now this is about you as much as it's about the both of us."

"Clever is all I know how to be though?" Loki said with an impish grin, winding her arms (and herself) around him. "Honestly? I like both though among other positions. Really I worry that you've had uncreative lovers before. It is about us both, and so far you've been the more giving. Let me rectify that." Her grin had morphed into a more genuine and sweet smile, though playfulness remained in blue-green eyes.

It wasn't hard, wound around him as she was, to shift and flip so that he now was on his back. Perhaps she'd stay like that for it all, perhaps not, as Loki shifted so that she could take in the view of all of him. Then leaning in once more to kiss him, deep and tasting, and promising. Letting her hands move to explore more fully now, in paths that her mouth would follow.

"You do it well!" Puck assured her, though he was specifically quiet about details, he did mention-- "Your worry isn't unfounded. As many nice ones as I've had, the uncreative ones have stood out for the wrong reasons. But that's not here or there."

As Loki's smile softened, Puck returned it. His eyes widened at the sudden flip but didn't look upset at it happening at all. He'd been topped before, it was nothing new. The playfulness was a nice welcome and Puck returned the kiss. As Loki's hands roamed, Puck half paid attention to where they were going, likewise taking in the view he'd been given.

Loki was definitely more interested in being creative, and in pleasing them both. Sexual intimacy SHOULD be fun and pleasant and playful, in her mind. Why do it otherwise?

Those hands with long fingers combed through his hair and stroked his brow, teased his ears, and then her mouth followed. Murmuring to him, albeit in a language he'd heard her sing in but not understand. Those clever long fingers moved to trace lower though, as she shifted to brace herself on one arm so the other could move. Once more learning the dips and lines of Puck's body, trailing down arms and back up, and along his torso. Skirting closer to where she'd follow eventually, but staying above his belly for now.

Puck tried to translate what was being said but in addition to just not knowing the language along with all of the work Loki's hands were doing, Puck simply enjoyed whatever was being said as a series of sounds instead of words that he understood. They were being said softly and with tenderness, so Puck had no reason not to. He laughed a bit as her fingers ran his arms and torso and moved his free arm to play with one of her breasts.

It was all soft and tender, sweet nothings that Loki absolutely meant but was enjoying having Puck not guess just yet. Moving her kisses along his face and neck, and deliberately nipping one of his earlobes playfully, before soothing it with soft licks. Being sure he was well aware that this was wanted and HE was wanted, and cared for. In some ways, this was better than words that could be twisted or used to lie.

More comfortable for Loki right then, to communicate this way so there was no ambiguity. He in turn was rewarded once more when the fae did something very right. Sighs of breath, or soft stutters, Loki had never been a loud lover really. All about the subtleties with her.

Eventually though, she moved both out of his touch, and away from his face and neck. Down to his collarbone, mapping it with lips and mouth, and then tracing lower. It allowed her hand to go lower too, teasing at his hip and thighs and deliberately avoiding where he might want her most for now.

There was a lot being said without a lot being said. Puck's responsiveness to Loki's touches, kisses and a surprising nip at one of his earlobes was equally showing how good she was at what she was doing as well as how much Puck was enjoying everything. Sometimes words got in the way, especially during sex.

He looked mildly disappointed as she moved again, putting his free hand back onto the bed for the time being. As Loki's hand fell lower, Puck found his voice in a shiver but instead of a whole sentence he managed- "Please!". Puck would beg, but he wouldn't cheapen the experience they were sharing by moving his hips or thighs in time with the word said.

Could he feel the curl of her mouth against his skin into a smile. Followed by a kiss as reward, mouth still playing along his stomach and hips. Loki shifted a bit lower and moved one of her legs between his own to keep that touch and connection too. As much as she teased though and could be ruthless, Loki didn't enjoy being cruel. Especially in loveplay. Clever fingers moved up along skin to find where his pleasure was centered. Light at first, learning shape and feel, then firmer and more determined and focused on him.

He could for a moment but Puck was back to focusing on what Loki was doing as she changed positions and grinned briefly at the skin on skin contact of their legs. When her hands explored and then found purchase, Puck's back arched slightly as he gasped. He saw the logic play a moment later and lifted his head from the bed long enough to look at Loki in a mix of affection and entertainment.

Puck had been turned on by the time they were finishing up undressing each other, but his emotions mixed with his arousal made that more obvious by the time Loki had decided what her response would be to his pleading. Even if it'd just been a single word instead of a few sentences worth.

He arched, and that arm she'd been bracing herself on slid slightly under him. Anchoring her, holding him and providing more contact and reassurance. Trying to give him all the sensations she could that she was there, with him, besides the obvious.

"Let me know when you want me to stop." Loki murmured against his hipbone, loud enough to be heard but with her mouth caressing the skin. Otherwise clever fingers touched and teased, did their best to delight and discover new ways to make him tremble.

The reassurances being given helped-- Puck knew that Loki was there in ways besides the physical and that in turn was helping to keep his heart emotionally warmed. It had been longer than he liked to consider since he'd taken a lover even casually, and having one as fun and as endearing as Loki had proven was simply touching him on a deeper level than Puck had been expecting.

As Loki murmured against his hip while continuing her playing, Puck managed to nod as he felt himself growing erect as he did in fact tremble from being explored. Puck suddenly imagined Loki as a skilled musician and had to bite his tongue almost to the point of bleeding not to laugh. If she was the musician then he was the current instrument being played expertly. Before he could taste blood, Puck freed his tongue and spoke, feeling playful.

"It does feel good, so it would be a shame to tell you stop early! I never watch the clock while in bed, and this little dose of trickster logic is as pleasant as you are. It would be nice to put my hands to use holding something besides linen."

Puck's free hand, in the time that all of this was happening, had found the sheets an excellent thing to grab onto for unneeded stability.

"Hmm let me think then." Loki murmured, with a last kiss before pulling away. Her touch remained though, playful and focused and knowing. "What would you like to touch? You have lovely hands after all, and it would be a shame for them to be wasted on the bed."

Puck watched as Loki pulled away but didn't stop touching him. He let go of the bedding with a grin, in spite of his cheeks being flushed. Puck managed to answer, feeling a bit metaphorically pulled in two directions as he did so.

"They are lovely! I'm sure I'd much rather start with touching your legs and then move onto other equally nice places."

Now there was a hint of flush on her own cheeks, and a slightly shy but affectionate look. "That could be arranged. I'm glad you find me equally as pleasing as I find you." A moment to consider, before Loki was shifting. Careful to not impede her current focus while touching him, but shifting so that they're bodies were parallel of a sort, her legs and hips well within his reach. It allowed her to also give attention to his own upper thighs, and to start learning the shape and feel of his legs with her mouth.

Puck gave a gentle smile in return, amused to see the color on her cheeks. "Of course I do." he said simply while Loki repositioned herself. Puck's legs were a bit long, but not as muscular as a dancer's in spite of his build. It probably came from the fact that most of his form of flight was more based around hovering, but Puck was never bothered by that fact. His hands found her legs, touching them gently at first to get her used to it but also to learn how her skin felt.

Puck trailed upwards from her calves to her knees, going around the outer edges to avoid accidentally triggering any unplanned kicks before he began to move towards her thighs. He admired between her thighs for a moment and then looked up and towards her with a questioning glance before he asked simply, "May I?"

Her skin was soft, with few scars--much like her torso or arms. Part of it was how Loki was always so covered up. Part of it was her heightened healing ability as a frost Giant. There was a small shiver, and soft sigh of in-drawn breath with his first touches. Still, she held herself steady, enjoying the affection and happy to provide it in turn. Not just at his arousal either, but her touches moved to include his hips and upper thighs, and lower below his erection too.

The question though, brought a "Hmm?" And Loki laughed softly, especially as she blushed too at the request. She had not asked, after all. "Such a gentleman, and you may. Please do, my Puck."

With permission given, Puck smiled and let his dominate hand move from tracing her thighs to letting his fingers trace her sex. His fingers moved slowly but also with purpose as Puck's fingers glided over it, paying attention to how Loki reacted. His other hand continued to explore her thighs and hips.

"I'm always a gentleman." Puck said with a playful wink as he adjusted his hand speed, going slightly quicker.

Puck was getting some stronger reactions now, little shivers and tremors, Loki's back arching a bit. Unlike him, she let her hips move with his touch, and soft breathy sighs or small whines met him. "I've a challenge for you then. Sometime you'll have to be a rogue instead of a gentleman. Unless th-that's the role I'm to play?"

Puck let his hands continue their movements, and relaxed his own hips in turn. Keeping noticeably still during sex was a dumb idea and Puck didn't need or want the pain associated with it getting its claws in. He grinned at the challenge, hands slowing to a stop as he answered. "We could continue to just be ourselves-- but if you're asking me to be a more playful and firm--" Puck's hands suddenly resumed exploring, his touch more firm as he'd just mentioned, though the hand at Loki's other thigh slowed to a near crawl.

"Then that's quite easy. Despite my other name, I never steal, not even from the rich."

"My dear Robin, I prefer you to be you and you know it well. I wou-would see all facets of you, just as I suspect you would of me." Loki managed to get out as those pleasant shivers increased along her spine. If she hadn't been ready before, then she was definitely becoming so now.

Puck smiled at the use of his other name but also at Loki's stammer. "Of course I do, and you're very cute when you stammer, if no one's told you before."

Indeed as Puck could tell she was very ready for things to continue, Puck adjusted the position of his hand between her legs and eased two fingers inside. He went slowly more for safety than any sort of want to play. As he found his rhythm while he paid attention to the shudders and gasps Loki had been sharing, Puck allowed his thumb to play at her clitoris, going in steady strokes and circles.

Loki's initial reply was laughter that turned into a sigh and stuttered a bit with his teasing. "I normally don't. Even when drunk I'm articulate in at least three different languages." Loki was able to get out between breaths. "But you, my goodfellow, are quite talented and it's also been a while since I've been with a lover as a female. Now, was I topping, or were you?" At this point she was very ready, and she hoped he was too.

Puck was ready, but the question gave him an idea. Loki had wanted Puck to be more playful, so Puck would follow that guideline. His tone shifted slightly as his fingers continued to work. "How can a damsel in distress top?" he asked in mild surprise, though he left off the Romanian accent. "Let me move properly, and I'll enjoy the new position as much as the new view."

It was hard to move currently, even if Puck enjoyed how Loki's hands felt.

"Oh, am I in distress?" Loki asked, a bit breathily and chuckling slightly. "I did request a ravishing, so I suppose that I do qualify as a damsel." One more parting touch, before her hands went to the bed. A parting kiss against his hip-bone too, before Loki shifted slightly. Puck was still able to touch, but Loki was near enough while letting him move as he would.

"You do, and I did promise you a ravishing." Puck answered with a grin at her question. Once he was free to move, Puck took a moment to admire how Loki looked before he positioned himself. Using his dominate hand to guide his erection, Puck looked to Loki for a moment before he eased himself into her. Slowly, both to be gentle but also to just get both of them used to how the other felt. But not wanting to leave his hands free, they sought Loki's breasts and began to play with them.

"I'll start moving in a moment." he assured her with a playful grin.

Loki moved with him, long legs wrapping around his hips as she welcomed him back with her arms as well. Black hair spread on the pillow, blue-green eyes playful and full of secrets. She inhaled, body unused this activity after so long. Not that she hadn't been a she more recently, but it had been a while since she'd had a lover as a woman. While Loki was comfortable as either gender, most of her existence she had stayed 'male' as it was more familiar to wear and be.

It meant the slowness was appreciated, but also maddening in its way. The teasing to her breasts only adding to that, and she laughed a bit with Puck's reassurance. "Do, or I'll bite you. But you might also enjoy that."

Puck grinned, making sure to show off his teeth; specifically his incisors- as he put on a Romanian accent for a second. "What would give you that idea?" But as Loki seemed to be as ready as Puck himself was, he leaned into her arms as his hips began to move, finding the rhythm that worked. His hands continued to play with her breasts, exploring them and letting his fingertips trail wherever he felt lead.

The return of the accent just brought more laughter that turned breathless as he moved. A moment or two, and then Loki found her rhythm with him. One arm stroked along his back and shoulders to keep him close, while the other moved to play with his hair and along his neck--and along his ears. Soft sighs of enjoyments or little gasps rewarded him. As did small kisses and nuzzles against his face, or half-formed sentences in Asgardian.

Puck matched Loki's rhythm and shivered as her hands played with his hair, neck and ears. He chuckled as she started to get out half sentences and gave her a few kisses in return as Puck's hips continued to move. His hands tightened slightly on her breasts, and squeezed them more firmly. "I won't keep speaking in it, don't worry." he remarked with a wink. "Or ask you for some blood."

More laughter that was breathless, and Loki just buried her head against his shoulder for a moment. "My Puck, my Robin--you give me such gifts." She was finally able to murmur up by his ear. Nuzzling and then softly kissing it too, while she stayed wrapped around him. One hand did move to trail and find his, to twine their fingers. All subtle signs of the deeper emotions along with the physical pleasure.

He smiled at the compliment and kissed the top of her head as she spoke against his shoulder. Puck freed the hand Loki sought out, holding onto hers properly. His energy worked on sorting itself out as he continued to enjoy their connection- both physical and emotional. His cheeks were flushed at the use of his second name as a term of endearment as much as they were from the murmur in his ear.

"I do like giving gifts, you're correct." There was another kiss to her crown. "But I don't think I could find enough gold to equal your worth."

Some more breathless laughter, and Loki leaned her head to catch him in a kiss. She was flattered by the gifts, would never turn down gifts--she did have an ego. But the gifts he gave were not the usual kind that she felt she deserved. Which is why in turn, she was trying to show and tell him without words. Savoring their rhythm and connection that was intimate. Holding him to keep him close but not restrain. Wound around to support but also to cling a bit perhaps.

Puck had lovers who liked gifts, so Loki's ego wasn't new enough to be surprising. If anything it fit perfectly for what he knew of Loki's personality. It reminded him of the masquerade in the briefest passing, in that they were working together to enjoy something. As Loki held onto him, Puck kept his rhythm steady. He felt their connection and the strength in both Loki's grip and her emotions. The trust she was showing, the comfort she was sharing. Puck's heart felt like it was going to metaphorically ignite.

There was definite passion there and want for them to enjoy together. To please him and give him pleasure, to have him give her the same. Loki would likely not recognize love in herself for some time, as a proper 'lover' anyways. She was sometimes still baffled that she could care for others, and that it had not turned out too painfully yet. Mostly.

But the thoughts of the one complicated situation were far away with Puck there with her. In his arms, loving her and loving with her and letting her love him. Gentle kisses, soft, mixed with fire that tried to convey that yes--Loki wanted this, Loki cared--that Puck was special. It was new, and frightening and exciting all at once.

For Puck it was exciting and fun, but not as new or frightening. He wasn't some savant at relationships, and he didn't want to be one. Puck just wanted to be a good partner and make sure he was working in tandem. Supporting, trusting, meeting others where they were and if the need came up helping them get somewhere else. Puck wasn't surprised that he could care for others and have it be safe, but romance usually found some way to surprise him.

Loki had been no exception to this, and the messages she was sending were coming across loudly. Puck adjusted his position on the bed slightly, his free hand moving to her opposite breast to play with it as Puck continued to hold her hand. He laughed at little at the gentle kisses, and gave them back before he spoke,

"A nice contrast, you realize?"

That adjustment also affected Loki, who gasped then sighed, and smiled against his mouth. Another soft kiss, and her hand moved to play with his hair and the back of his neck where she held him. "What is, hmm?" Amused and lazy and glad to be doing this with him.

Puck enjoyed the laziness and in turn slowed his rhythm as Loki gave another kiss and let her hand explore his hair and nape. "Your kissing-- it's very gentle." Puck buried his face into Loki's neck for a moment, leaving a trail of almost as gentle kisses in return. "Compared to how much energy we're putting into this little dance of ours, it's a nice contrast. It isn't the same, but it still fits." Puck smiled and stopped himself from breaking his promise about the Romanian accent making a reappearance. He lifted his head from Loki's neck and gave her a forehead kiss suddenly.

It was.. Nice. Beyond nice-- they were enjoying each other in a variety of ways, and matching each other well. Puck laughed, amused by all of it, but mostly a little metaphorically drunk on the experience. Like any other strong substance, love could be as heady, especially with emotions being tied to things.

Puck had a few casual dates as he knew the term for 'friends with benefits' in his time, but while they had ran the line from satisfying to not as much; most didn't include the kind of emotional connections Puck wanted with his lovers. For everything that Shakespeare got wrong about Oberon and his court, he was right that fae could be emotional. It came with a long life.

As Puck stayed connected with Loki on different levels, those emotions were fine to try to overwhelm him. Puck knew when to stop swimming against a current, and after a moment let out a shaky breath, his throat burning with words he couldn't quite get out and his eyes stinging with forming tears. In the right light, they could almost be mistaken for diamonds.

There was no rushing to completion, though that would happen too. Loki may not have been aware of all the emotions swirling in her, volatile and ever changing. But she was aware of what Puck was saying and had said to her before, was showing her even now. She was grateful for it, and terrified that she wasn't worth it. But she was also not giving him up.

That shaky breath had her breathing out a soft 'shh' to soothe, and Loki leaned up to kiss his eyes and those forming tears. A squeeze of their twined fingers, and her other arm keeping him held close. One leg shifted to slightly twine more around his own while the other stayed wrapped around his hip. "I have you, my Puck. My Robin. I have you."

Puck was fine to take his time with everything, and felt his heart weighed down with the sheer amount of the emotions he was currently feeling.

He managed a quick laugh at how quickly the feelings had just made themselves very at home and squeezed Loki's hand in return as she emphasized that he was hers. He was, and Puck was gladdened for it even if the emotional roller coaster had left before he had been ready. He leaned into her and gave a series of kisses to her face and neck as he nodded against it managing to get out,

"Yours." with another little laugh, enjoying how the phrasing had reached his ears.

There was a happy contented hum as Loki nuzzled him where she could without disrupting his kisses. And a softly amused chuckle. "You do give me such gifts..." Playfully chiding, but she held him just as securely. "If you are mine, then you are mine to protect and mine to care for. And I shall do all I can to be worthy of you being mine."

Puck could and did appreciate the terms Loki was using. While he never held his lovers to needing to prove themselves in any sort of standard, Puck understood the intent. He snickered at the chiding and finished his round of kisses as his hips and hands continued to move.

"If I said you've already managed that, what then?" he asked, tone still joking but there was a trace of seriousness to it. Puck had never confessed love easily and even the love he felt for Xanatos wasn't romantic, so Puck couldn't compare the two. He unlaced and re-laced his fingers with hers idly.

That threw Loki for a bit of a loop, surprise clear on her face and in her eyes, although it faded a moment after into a sigh of pleasure. This was not exactly the best of circumstances to be doing a deep dive of philosophy. Not when she could feel pleasure licking up her spine.

Nuzzling Puck, and encouraging him up for a kiss, Loki spoke against his mouth. "At the very least, I say 'Thank you' and truly mean it." Then there were better things she could be doing than speaking.

It wasn't, but that was the fun of asking. Puck also just wanted to assure her, even if the timing had been less than ideal. He returned the kiss and nodded. "Good." That word was doing a lot of lifting. It was good that Loki understood what he had meant, it was good she was open to accepting the idea, and it was good that Puck was going to refocus on their physical connection as much as their emotional one.

His rhythm changed slightly, as did his grip on one of her breasts. He felt how Loki was responding to everything and felt himself responding in turn. He wasn't going to finish quickly, but Puck did feel his own orgasm starting to build. Puck took a breath to focus himself and slightly shifted his weight as his hips continued to move. His free hand moved to her hair, idly gliding through it like water. "Less philosophy, then."

Loki had gone into philosophy before too with lovers, including while engaged physically. The difference though was the emotions, with Puck. They were more than just in this to chase a good time. Puck was, as Loki had said, a partner. What kind of partner, Loki was still trying to figure out.

Of course the change in angle just helped that pleasure continue to lick up and down her spine. Her breath came faster as she nuzzled him, moving to deliberately kiss against his cheek and ear. Stroking the nape of his neck, before that hand moved to tangle in hair and against his shoulder. "Later." Later they could do philosophy.

Puck shuddered as the nape of his neck was touched, being caught off guard. At the promise of philosophy later, he just barely smothered a laugh at the idea. Later, they would absolutely do philosophy to put any college course to shame. For the time being, there was more physicality.

"Fine, later." he agreed. Maybe. At the kisses to his cheek and ear, Puck almost lost himself for a second. It was both fair and unfair at the same time that his body was that sensitive. His breathing began to match Loki's, and Puck shelved the idea of speaking for a few moments. His breaths were needed elsewhere.

His breaths were absolutely needed elsewhere, as were Loki's own. Quiet and breathless sighs, with a hint of whine occasionally or a lower noise in the back of her throat. Indications that they were close, she was close at least, and she had ways to ensure that she did not reach her climax alone. Wrapped around him, their fingers laced, and then Loki felt herself tipping over the edge. A hitched breath, lips against his cheek and then against his ear, with a soft nip too.

She'd warned him she could be ruthless.

Puck had been warned and as Loki headed over the edge, Puck had felt himself joining her maybe a few steps behind. Until she nipped at one of his ears and it went from 'a few steps' to being brought up to speed and quickly. He held onto her tightly as the orgasm ran its course and buried himself into her upper body, shivers playing his spine like a xylophone. He gave a strangled cry out and winced as his hips finally slowed down with the rest of him. Puck allowed his eyes to close for a brief moment as his lungs worked on refilling with air and his hands stopped gripping Loki like a drowning man would cling to a raft. His voice came out in a low, playful pout of a tone.

"Not fair, but very fun." A laugh and Puck moved to kiss her neck. Having an idea, he opened his mouth and pressed his teeth against it gently. He didn't want to break skin, but he did want to leave a mark.

Loki was likewise trying to regain her breath, holding Puck and supporting him with her free hand weaving through his hair lazily. His words, and then the action, made her laugh and outright giggle. "Be warned, if you want to leave a mark, I'm very durable. I don't mind though at all." Playful and amused and absolutely affectionate from it all.

"Oh, well. If you insist." Puck murmured as he applied pressure, still not enough to break the skin, but enough to actually mark. "I would be a horrible vampire." he said as he pulled back to admire the mark. Puck smiled, pleased at how it looked. "There we are, it looks nice." Puck rested against Loki for a bit, also holding onto her and idly playing with her hair, before letting his hand trace along her chin.

Puck leaned forward and worked on dotting Loki's cheek and lips with some more kisses. "I'll remember that for the future." he added with a grin.

Those kisses were returned, and she stayed wrapped around him. "I thought I was being ravished by a fae, not a vampire, this time." Teasing him, nuzzling her nose with his own. Cuddling was absolutely happening as he was not allowed to go far. The mark definitely stood out nicely against pale skin. It wouldn't last long, but it was there for now.

"You are, but I'm just reminding myself not to switch back to that accent, if anything." Puck joked back, his nose wrinkling a bit. The cuddling would absolutely be welcomed and returned, Puck adjusting himself ever slightly to make sure Loki was more comfortable. He rested his head against one of Loki's shoulders. "Speaking of, there's no poetry at the end, my apologies. But I'd say I was vocal enough to make up for it. Especially after that bite you gave me."

"I did warn you, and there was plenty of poetry." Loki teased letting her hand stroke through his hair soothingly. Adjusting with him, so that one of her legs still twined with his, the other loose around his hip. He needn't have worried about his weight, if that was the concern. "It was all just the non-verbal kind."

Puck laughed and nodded in agreement. "All of those are true." he remarked, with mock surprise, relaxing as his concerns were eased. "We can't just use that as a shining example of the form. A shame, we'll have to do anything else. It was wonderful poetry, through from both of us. Even with my bad timing about philosophy." Puck chuckled.

"Hardly bad timing, I just couldn't exactly respond well when you're stealing my breath, my good Robin." Loki leaned her head up to kiss his forehead. "Also, so long as we're both comfortable, do not worry about if you're too heavy or anything. You know I'm stronger than I look."

Puck colored a bit at the nickname again. "You are, so I'll stop worrying." He continued to cuddle Loki, enjoying how she felt in his arms. "Speaking of, let's leave the philosophical talks for some other time. My mind is busy with other ideas." he nuzzled into her. "But I won't put them into practice right this second."

"You know better than to leave me an opening like that." Loki was enjoying how it felt to be in Puck's arm in the female form too. Stroking through his hair and just breathing in contentedly as they cuddled on the bed. "So what other ideas?"

"Do I?" Puck asked with a chuckle. "Oh, another round of all of this, the rest of the day spent telling you how much I love you. Some gifts, or a walk in the forest. The usual kinds of ideas that pop into my head." Puck grinned. "Some of them I got from a very nice mischief god I know. Heard of them? Loki of Asgard? Very wonderful, very good at sex."

Okay, that had Loki actually blushing because while it was very corny and silly, it was also very sweet. She laughed a bit, bringing her hand up to stroke his face. "I would enjoy all of that with you. You're pretty wonderful yourself as a partner, and I am truly honored to call you so."

Puck smiled and leaned into Loki's hand for a moment before he began to massage her shoulders as they talked. The joking was left alone for the time being. "Good, because that feeling is mutual. Consider it done, then." There was a kiss to Loki's neck. "Not all at once, of course. But I will do it and make sure you're as satisfied as I am."

"Returning like with like, hmm?" Loki could still feel her cheeks were heated, but she didn't mind. "I think, what I would like, is to eventually look into renovating this room." As if it had nothing to do with their current cuddles or her emotions. "Having a private bathroom would be nice, and also be convenient for overnight guests. Although right now I'm only thinking about one particular overnight guest. Whom I am enjoying holding onto and being held by very much." She could be a bit sweet and silly too, it seemed.

"Exactly." Puck answered as he looked around the room and nodded. "A suite does have its place. But--" at Loki's last comment Puck smiled and continued to work her shoulders with his hands. "I think I know who you're talking about, yes." Puck joked back. "But staying the night does sound equally fun. Should we stay like this for now, or should I stretch my legs ahead of our walk in the woods?"

"I'm quite enjoying the affectionate embrace, if you couldn't tell." Loki said while pouting, and not quite batting her eyelashes. Then she smiled, and hugged Puck more. Leaning into it, trying to show her appreciation of him without words. "I am also quite comfy where I am, but I probably could use a good stretch myself."

"I had no idea, no." Puck answered with a laugh at the pout before he returned the hug. Puck eased himself away and out of Loki slowly, and once he was out of the bed and standing, reached over to help Loki to her feet as well.

"Cramps are the last thing we need after all of that fun." he remarked. "A round of stretching and then I'm back to doing that for as long as you'd like."

"You'd be here forever. I actually am quite the addict when it comes to positive affection and attention." Loki said, adjusting and taking a moment before accepting that help to her feet. "It has been a while since I've done that as a female." She murmured, twisting and looking at herself as much as she could in assessment.

"Fortunately, there is an easy solution, unless you'd prefer I remain like this?" With a gesture to herself. "Now that my role of damsel has been thoroughly played." And a playful smile.

"There are worse fates." Puck stretched and winced a bit as some muscles tried to protest before going with the movements. "It was thoroughly played, yes, and done so very well!"

Puck applauded, moving his hands in a small circle. "If I had flowers I would toss them to you. As far as your form goes, I think I'm hearing correctly that you want to change. Far be it for me to keep you otherwise."

Loki caught those winces from Puck too, and there was a hint of blush at the applause. "I am comfortable in either, but I suppose I'm more...used to the male one, if that makes sense." Loki clarified, then with a shimmer of green, returned to the male body.

"Okay that helps. There are still some aches, but not in the same ways." Arms up over his head, and not entirely unlike a cat with a little back arch. "I may move that renovation up actually, if we're going to be doing this often. Stretching out in a tub, especially if I can have you with me, sounds like a great idea."

"At hot bath does help more than just stretching. It's probably why bath salts enjoyed such a spike in popularity the last time I checked on the sales data before waking up here." Puck confirmed with a grin at the cat like stretch. "The tub would need to be large enough for both of us, but I doubt that's an issue. It does sound good regardless." With the final round of stretching done, Puck gave an affirming nod as he returned his arms to his sides.

"There we are, much better, and ready for whatever's happening next."

That made Loki chuckle, and he moved over to cup the fae's face. Holding him close like that, with a genuine smile. "Whatever we decide will be fun, is what's next." Then punctuating that with a soft kiss. Holding it and moving to wind his arms around the Fae.

Puck smiled back before he returned the kiss and in turn wrapped his arms around Loki. "We're spoiled for choice, we should do most of it just to be safe." he murmured against Loki's skin. "Why waste options?"

"True. Although I will express a mild preference for more cuddling, especially if it's under blankets." Spoken against Puck's cheek, with a soft nuzzle. "Wind myself around you again in different way."

Just gonna start walking them both back to his bed to enact that very plan.

"You don't have to ask me twice." Puck remarked as they reached the bed. Once they were back in it and under the blankets, Puck chuckled. "You really do love it, that's so charming."

It's also nothing Puck would complain about.

True to his word, Loki wound himself around Puck once more. The bed was very nice, with multiple pillows and a variety of blankets. Long enough too, to accommodate Loki if he stretched out. "I do like my alone time too, but I've always craved more pleasant physical affection when I can get it. Especially with lovers." Loki buried his face against Puck's hair, the smile turning a little sad. "I could tell myself it meant things, and it was a balm against the feeling of not belonging. Comforting little lies to myself even though I knew they weren't true."

There was a shrug of his shoulders. "You're different. But I've tried to show you that, and I'm still figuring out all the ways." There was a kiss against the silver-white strands. "Also...if you're curious. My actual last name, properly, would be Laufeyson. I've never claimed that one though. I have claimed Odinson briefly. It is, I suppose, what I would consider to be the more 'true' of my last names, as Odin did raise me. But as you've seen, I prefer not to use my last name overall."

Puck listened and reached up to touch Loki's face as he spoke. "You are showing me that, and it only makes me love you more." he assured.

He nodded as Loki finished speaking. "You're not the first being to tell small lies to themselves. Puck looked up and moved until he could kiss Loki properly. "I would stay here until my legs and arms were numb, if it'd satisfy you." There was no hint of joking.

As he settled back down, Puck added, "If you prefer to be called Loki of Asgard, then that's what I'll keep calling you. But my curiosity has been answered, yes."

"You've shown me, and backed up your words with actions when you tell me, that effectively I am safe with you. To share more things that I often have trouble facing myself. You've offered me trust and a rare gift, and I value that, and do what I can to give back." Loki murmured, moving to hold the fae and one hand going to his hair to thread fingers in it. "Yes, I know, this isn't transactional. But so much of this is all new to me and I'm trying. To be better than I was. To be more than what I was."

"I do a lot, but lie about something that important isn't one of them." Puck rested against Loki and relaxed as his hair was played with. "Thank you. Thank you for trying, even if a lot of this is new to you, and for thinking I'm equally worthy of seeing you try." Puck rested his hand over the hand Loki was using to hold him. Puck needed Loki to know he was there for him both physically and emotionally.

"I'm excited to see you be more, but I'm also excited to see you, Loki. You're always worth that."

Loki laced their fingers, where Puck held his over Loki's own. Blue-green eyes closed, mostly so that there was no chance to reveal how deep that statement had hit. A good hit, and Loki took a deep breath. "I wonder if you know how much that means to me." He said, whisper quiet. "I won't deny that I'm narcissistic at times, and have an ego that I can back up...but no one ever really wants to see me." Still whisper quiet, and Puck was hugged fiercely.

Puck listened, his ears picking up the quieter tones easily. As he was swept into a hug, Puck reached back with his arms to let them rest over Loki's shoulders, returning the hug as best that he could without needing to turn around. "That's their loss, because I love seeing you. Some beings are scared by confidence. Some are scared by egotism." Puck let his hands play along the nape of Loki's neck and some of his strands of hair.

"But I'm not, because your name isn't Oberon or Titania. As long as it's only at times, and not constant, I think you'll be fine. I know where my fears lie, and they're not with you." A beat. "They never have been, honestly."

Loki let out a soft chuckle, and moved to kiss Puck's hair. "You're going to make me cry at this rate. How are you so good?" It was an honest question, with layers of emotion to it. Loki hadn't meant to get maudlin though.

"I'll stop being so maudlin in a moment, I promise. Feeling better after your stretch, anywhere still ache?" Loki was happy to cuddle, but wanted to be a good partner as well.

"Centuries of practice." Puck said like he was divulging a company secret. "No, it's because you're equally good at sharing; and I'm good at picking things up." He smiled at the kiss to his head. "You really don't need to, but-- I'm feeling better enough, I think."

Puck stretched his left leg and flinched as a twinge of pain shot through it. "No, I spoke too soon-- my left leg is still sore. But I think a walk would help work this out more than anything else." It reminded him of overworking muscles at the gym, if anything.

"Care to get dressed and join me?" Puck likewise enjoyed the cuddling and everything else that went on, but he was also going to keep his promise. A walk, or anything else first. Maybe even some poetry if he felt like it.

Curled up as they were, Loki was aware of that flinch, and immediately moved to stroke Puck's shoulders and hug him slightly tighter in comfort. "Lack of practice in intimate activities. We'll have to fix that." With a small grin though, and playfulness in the tone.

"But I'd love to join you, and I won't be upset if you decide to fly either. I'm glad to see you happy and enjoying yourself." One more hug, and then Loki let himself unwind from around the other so Puck could move. Dressing wouldn't take long, although Loki was going to remove the spell on his room first.

"I'll be sure to clear my schedule." Puck joked back. As they separated, Puck climbed back out of the bed and got himself dressed. It really didn't take very long at all. With a glance over his outfit and a nod, Puck idly finger combed his hair and let it fall where it wanted.

"As fun as a flight sounds, I'll save that after some time spent walking with my feet on the ground. Probably on the way back, actually! By then my leg will feel normal and I won't have to worry about another sudden pain. I'd hate to need to make an emergency landing, or accidentally hit a tree or something."

Taking the spell down wasn't nearly as interesting as when it had been put up, as Loki just touched the wall while making a fist with his other hand. A single word was said and that fist opened as if he'd been releasing something. From there he was quick to dress, layers and with a hood to his over-tunic along with the high-neck.

"I can't see you hitting a tree, or having any of those problems, but I understand." Loki said, moving to take the fae's hand. Bringing it up to his cheek, then turning to kiss it. "Let's go exploring, Robin" With a teasing and affectionate grin.

Puck looked away, giving Loki his privacy to dress before he faced him again. "It's because I'll be walking first that you won't see any of those." he answered with a smile at the kiss. Puck gave him a kiss on his opposite cheek and squeezed his hand.

"Lead the way, this Robin will fly soon enough." The teasing grin was returned. "I might even sing, just to keep you interested during it."

It was very sweet that Puck did so, although Loki wouldn't have minded. Far from body shy, as Puck has seen a few times now. Loki was quite aware he was handsome (or beautiful, when female) and certainly did not mind being admired. Still, he didn't take long.

"I just know how much your flight has meant to you, so I want you to enjoy it." Smiling at the kiss as well, and the hand squeeze. "And here I was planning to put more obstacles and rings around so you could show off again. But I might sing with you." Loki said, leading the way out of his room and the cottage as they headed for the forest.

"There's only so much air in my lungs-- I can fly an obstacle course, or sing, but not both at the same time." Puck remarked as they headed into the forest. Holding onto Loki's hand as they walked, Puck grinned.

"Your confidence suggesting otherwise is very appreciated." He brought the hand he was holding up for a kiss. "Speaking of songs, anything specifically you're wanting to hear? I was thinking of that one I sang a bit ago-- the one in Latin. But I'll sing anything within reason." There was a playful wink.

Loki had skimmed the other replies, making a note to follow one or two besides his own, with Webby's bad idea. A bad and misguide idea at that. But one exchange he'd been following made him frown.

Time for a change in his plans, as he moved to adapt.

Which meant soon enough he was showing up at Puck's with mead and honey-cakes and himself. Knocking on the door politely.

Puck was pretending to read, idly flipping through a book about he didn't even know what-- some novel, when the knock caught his attention. The book was tossed aside and Puck floated to the door, opening it. He smiled when he saw Loki and moved back to hold the door open.

"Well, well, bearing gifts? I take it you saw that message and some of the replies. Or that you just don't think you can eat multiple honey cakes on your own and need help." Puck chuckled. "Either way, welcome. Come in and get comfortable, ignore the books on the floor, I'll pick them up later."

"Let's just say I shouldn't eat all the honey cakes on my own, even if I can." Loki replied with a laugh and made his way in. "I did see the replies, and replied myself. Can't say I'm not angry and annoyed, but I'm shoving that down to use later."

More softly, once the door was closed. "Something in her responses got to you. At least, I'm guessing. Mostly because your responses were short and so closed off when they're usually not. If you want to talk or to vent, I'm here. If not? I'm here anyway just to spend time with someone I care a great deal about."

Always so perceptive--although Loki was trying to learn to be so with himself, thanks to help from Puck and others.

Puck grinned and then laughed a little at the mental image of Loki trying to just eat an entire plate of the cakes and giving up in a very dramatic, waving the flag of defeat sort of way before he sighed. The entertainment was put up for a moment as Loki spoke again and then made an offer.

"It did, you're right. Wanting to be insulted, I can almost understand how that logic could work. Like building endurance for a race or something." Puck could almost see where Webby had been coming from. He ran one of his hands through his hair. "But when she said that I could just pretend that Oberon or Titania were here!"

Puck clenched his teeth and his fists in anger before he simply shot a blast of green energy at a pillow, watching as it warped, twisted in onto itself and then fell back into place looking more like a pretzel than anything you'd rest on. Puck forced himself to exhale and waved his hand, the magic undoing itself as quickly as it'd shown up.

"She wanted me to unleash that onto her. Webby's lucky I didn't, and I'm lucky I didn't start panicking."

Puck let himself slump forward and closed his eyes to sort his thoughts for a moment. The anger had passed, but the fear was trying to gets its claws in. He folded his arms around his shoulders, re-opened his eyes and met Loki's gaze as he stood back up properly.

Loki moved both hands with the treats, which vanished in a shimmer of green to reappear on the table. Seeing Puck like this...he could guess at some of what the other was feeling. Fortunately, he had some ideas of how to help; his turn to be support.

So he walked over and wrapped his arms around him. Puck didn't need to hug back, just be held. "She's a child who knows no better. For all that she loves her Granny and her Uncle, I do not think they did a good job raising her. Not that I'm really one to speak, given my upbringing, but I don't think I'm wrong on that."

Taking a breath, and moving to nuzzle Puck's hair. "I'm proud of you, but I also know how difficult it was to avoid those reactions." Considering his first reaction when hurt was still to want to lash out and hurt in turn? Oh yes, Loki understood.

"How else can I help, besides being here and comforting you, and reminding you you're not alone. I will also say if either of them dares to show up here--there will be words at the very least."

Puck kept his arms around himself for another moment before he relaxed and wrapped them around Loki in return. "I don't think you're wrong, either. I get kids can just.. say things without realizing, or thinking." There was a tired sigh.

"Thank you for being proud of me." Puck murmured as he thought about the next question. "No, both of those will help immensely-- I don't think Vaeros would drag either of them here, the risk would be too great. But what do I know about the king of the fae or fae temperaments?" Puck asked wryly.

"Words. At least. Were they brought here." Loki murmured, nuzzling Puck's hair and holding him tightly. "And I am a God, so no slouch either." But it wasn't a prideful declaration borne of ego. More a quiet reminder for his friend and partner that Loki was fairly powerful himself.

"I can hold you like this as long as you'd like. We could move to the couch or the bed and cuddle further. When you're ready, there is mead and honey cakes. I am here, for you, Robin."

"I'd trust you to do that." Puck stayed where he was for the time being. "I thought you were here for my impromptu magic show." he joked with a bit of a sad smile and an exhale. "I haven't let myself do that in a while. But it did help."

The fear was easing off and with it, Puck's breathing steadied. "I think this for another moment, and then snacks." He gave a small nod of self confirmation. "Then some cuddling. A decent enough order to everything."

But when he spoke again, the confidence that had been in his voice was muted slightly. "I'm glad you're here." His grip tightened. "Very glad."

"This is what partners do, right? Friends, and lovers." Loki murmured back, tightening his grip for Puck as well. "And if you want to do more magic later, I will watch your back and help set things aright. I understand a need for outlets as well."

It was a good decision though, to stay there for now. Loki could and would be the strong one here--had been learning how to be so for others. Nor was it that difficult, as even his darker possessive sides agreed. Puck was, in many ways, his which included his to protect and to comfort.

"It is." Puck confirmed with a little chuckle. "As fun as the idea sounds of.. oh, I'm not sure where I'd start, but it'd probably involve transforming the forest into candy for a bit. But no, as fun as that idea does sound, I'll hold off for now."

He hugged Loki. "But it's good to know I've got someone who would be fine with that." It really was a better idea that they stayed in. Puck wouldn't be a rude host by dismissing Loki's kindness at coming to check on him. Also, the wounds were a little too fresh to be pacified by a round of quick fire transformation magic, or breaking things.

Likewise, Puck wanted to return Loki's want to protect and comfort in his own ways, even if he didn't pick up on any darker sides coming into play. Puck could be equally as driven to protect his loved ones. It came with the territory.

He broke the hug and turned to look at the table properly, eying the cakes and wine.

"So, tell the truth-- How many of these can you eat?"

"Before getting sick? Depends on the size. Of those...about a dozen." No hesitation, and letting Puck go when the other wanted. "I've not done it in a while however as I do very viscerally remember the last time I tried. Hedonist I may be, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid or forgetful."

Puck's eyes widened. He hadn't been expecting such a high number, and once he was at the table, he would wait for Loki to sit before sitting next to him. "A dozen! I was expecting.. four, maybe five at the most. Well, I certainly don't expect you to do that now."

He picked up one of the cakes, had a bite, and nodded at the taste. It wasn't the kind of sweetness that could knock someone metaphorically over. Puck could easily see having more before all of it landed at once. He chewed, swallowed and spoke after.

"I'm glad you're not, I'd hate to try explaining what ginger ale is and hoping I could find some for the resulting stomachaches."

"Ginger and lemon tea, was Mother's prescription. Or whatever is closest to those as I think there was also at least one Asgardian herb. In any case, I'm not going to be trying that again anytime, if ever. Once was enough." Loki sat easily, pleased when Puck sat next to him. "Any that we don't polish off are also yours to keep. They'll be good for another day or two. The same with the mead."

"I can imagine. I know some desserts on Earth can be very strong." Puck could think of at least three with some version of the name Death By Chocolate, all of them challenges from the idea of sugar itself, angry at the hubris of mortals but disguised as special occasion desserts. He finished one of the cakes in a few more bites and nodded.

"I don't want to say there won't be any left, so I won't say that." Puck got up long enough to grab some cups for the mead and then sat back down, pouring equal amounts into each cup. "Honey on top of honey. Somewhere, bees are thrilled."

"Also likely somewhat better for us than pure sugar or wine." Loki said, having already had half of his honey cake. Raising up his glass to, in faint toast and acknowledgement to his host. "We've had enough bitter, lately."

Puck nodded, lifting his glass in return. "We have, to less of it." He had a drink and smiled a bit after. "Oh, that blends together very nicely!" Puck could see why it was popular.

"Good. I am still willing to listen, too. Or I could try distracting you with stories or songs if you wanted." Loki said, after taking a drink. He was here for Puck, no matter what.

Puck sat his cup down and spoke after a moment. "You could distract me with your good looks." he joked with a faint smile. "But.. I've not felt that kind of anger or fear in a while. Having it uncovered by a series of questions was.."

Puck picked up another cake and had a small bite. "It was surprising. I'd thought I'd dealt with it."

"Was it because it's been a while, or perhaps because you weren't expecting it to be here. Or to be 'thrown' at you, so to speak, the way it was?" Loki was keeping it to gentle questioning that Puck didn't have to answer. But trying to tease out some of the specifics for his lover, to help analyze and overcome.

"Oh, I've heard plenty of idiocy in my years. I didn't expect it to be here, no. Humans.. Well, beings in general have different ideas of what fae are like. If all someone knows is the sanitized version, or if someone's been raised differently; then I can see why 'pretend they're here' is considered harmless. But from where I am as a member of their actual court, it just caught me off guard. It isn't harmless, and I didn't like the attempts at goading."

A small sip of mead was had. "It's only because Webby is a child that I managed to catch myself before either of those feelings could take over. I doubt it would have gone well if that had happened. I like playing with emotions as much as the next trickster, but there's a limit to it."

So it had been the mix of having it thrown at him along with just not expecting either of those emotional responses to kick in just at the idea of either Oberon or Titania actually being around. Or having to think about them outside of a vague awareness that they were probably still in Avalon going through their marital disputes and other dramas.

"I told her I didn't want to pretend they were there, and she just ignored that in hopes that I'd do what she wanted anyway. Where's the fun in that?" Puck asked with a huff.

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"Webby is just that. A child." Loki agreed, understanding the other's grumpiness. Reaching up to stroke his hair and cheek, to soothe and remind the other he was there. "Because she has no idea of the real danger, as a child does. For all that she's been in dangerous situations, some life-threatening, she gets over it quickly. She's yet to see it fail, or have the bad consequences. It's all still, in many ways, a game to her for all that she may take it seriously. She also was not thinking about potential harm to others, only to herself. She's short-sighted in the way children often are, especially if they're unused to truly bad things happening without some hero or great act making it all 'right' again."

"Your feelings are all very valid and true though, and I'm similar. I would not like the attempts either, and old wounds can still hurt when poked or prodded. Especially unknowingly."

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Puck sighed. "You're right-- a child's understanding is different. I hope she learns from it, but I won't be there to explain in detail what she did wrong. I'm nobody's parent. Treating life like a game only works for so long, but I've seen older beings do the same."

Puck smiled at the touches and allowed his eyes to slide closed for a moment. "They can. Though recognizing that I could just stop responding was also very nice, honestly. I wish it hadn't reached that point, but here we are."

He reopened his eyes and had some more of his second honey cake.

"Here we are, and that's part of why I'm here." Loki said softly, one more affectionate brush before he pulled away. "You're not her parent, or her guardian, as much as you may care for her. Others will fight the battle too--and from what I saw, Aurora was doing quite a good job. Webby will learn, one way or another. Hopefully in a way that is not too painful, but if so? Well...that is sometimes the only way to learn."

"Still, I can't exactly show up as Owen, though I'd be amused by trying."

"All of that is true.. Even if I'm glad to have you here to help me get through all of the aftermath. Some of the hardest things to learn can come with the most pain." Puck really wasn't a stranger to that idea himself. Loki's last comment got him to laugh and he quickly put the cake down before he could drop it.

"I would be shocked if it happened!" But Puck knew what Loki meant by that and smiled. "I know what you're trying to say. Thank you."

"Well now I have to do this sometime just to see that reaction." Loki said with a smirk and mischief in blue-green eyes. But he nodded to Puck, and reached out to squeeze the other's hand.

"I would help you, against them. YOU are my priority and who I care about."

"I'll try to prepare for it." Puck joked back before he returned the hand squeeze and let his fingers lace with Loki's.

Puck knew that emotions were just a part of life itself, but having someone else to help through the harder ones provided a deep level of comfort. He smiled.

"I hope it doesn't come to that, but we make a good team. I'm sure we could handle both."

Loki's words were touching Puck deeper than even he realized, and his vision blurred for a moment as tears came in. With a bit of a chuckle, he reached up with his free hand and wiped at them.

"Ah."

Loki kept their hands laced, but wrapped his other arm around Puck too if he could. Letting the other hide, or lean if he wanted. There to be strength and support for Puck after all.

"Webby shouldn't have hurt you. I don't think she's realized that she IS hurting us, and not in service to a good cause like she thinks. Perhaps, later, she'll apologize or not." Loki mused softly, then nuzzled Puck's hair and forehead. "But I am proud of you, and you've given me a very good example to follow. In not lashing out but in removing myself before I hurt someone who doesn't deserve it and-or that I might care for."

Puck moved until he was leaning against Loki and sighed. "If she does or doesn't, it doesn't matter." Puck was still upset by all of it but he had meant what he'd said. He wouldn't take the ire he had for Oberon and Titania out on anyone except the two of them.

He smiled at the sudden nuzzling. "Oh, I never mentioned that I'm great at leaving a party, did I? Poor me, forgetting to bring up one of my stronger suits." he answered a bit quietly. "But no.. That's gotten me out of more sticky situations than I can think of right now." In some very decent comedic timing, Puck had some more of his mead.

Loki let him shift, moving with him to accommodate and hold him still. "See whereas I'm the one to make it all dramatic and then just walk out." He teased back softly. "It means when I do leave without attracting notice, no one actually realizes it and its easier to be sneaky."

The mead and cakes were brought for Puck primarily, so he could have as many as he wanted.

Puck laughed. "I can imagine both easily, and both fit you well. As far as being sneaky goes.." Puck rolled his shoulders in a lazy approximation of a shrug. "Of course we are. We're both tricksters. You don't get that title without knowing how to hide things."

Puck switched to Owen's voice suddenly. "Which I've already demonstrated nicely."

Puck wouldn't make himself sick on the cakes or mead, but he was enjoying both. The cup was finished and returned to the table. When he spoke again it was his normal voice. "Speaking of, I think Owen is due to show up again. I don't want him to be a wallflower, but he doesn't need to be the life of the party, either. I'll figure that out some other time."

The empty cup was refilled, and Puck eyed the next cake thoughtfully before simply throwing it into the mead. "Oh, why not? It can't hurt anything."

"Around enough to make himself present, but not showy. An appearance is due, yes." Loki agreed, then chuckled with Puck's actions. Hoping they meant that the fae felt better.

"At most, you might get a stomach-ache. But I'll help you weather that too." Loki murmured, bringing one hand up to stroke Puck's cheek and face affectionately. "You're my partner, and that's what partners do."

"Exactly. When I find the right time for it, he'll make one." Puck was feeling noticeably better and idly watched as the cake soaked up a fair amount of the mead.

"It's worth it, honestly." he responded with a playful grin before he leaned against Loki's hand. "They do, and if you ever decide to have another dozen of these I'll find some ginger and lemon tea ahead of your throwing caution into the wind." Puck assured him. It felt nice to joke around-- familiar, and comforting at the same time.

The cake was gently fished out of the cup and quickly eaten before it could fall apart. Puck inhaled sharply as the sweetness of the combination hit as hard as ice cream eaten too fast in the summer. He winced and closed his eyes for a minute, biting back a laugh, his hubris challenged and beaten.

Loki chuckled softly, and reached out to get Puck some water. Plain water, no additives. Placing that nearby before stroking the other's hair soothingly. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind. And I'll be grateful." It certainly seemed the other was feeling less angry and frustrated, and Loki was glad to have helped with that.

"I can try and bring things other than sweet desserts in the future, as well."

Puck took the glass of water and managed not to gulp it down to help the sweetness out of his mouth. He sighed and then laughed a bit. "No, that little experiment was my choice! Bring whatever you'd like to bring." He wasn't quick to have more of the honey cakes or mead for the time being.

"Good, good. I'll start to keep an eye out for those teas, just in case." Puck finished his water and sat the glass back onto the table gently. "Let's see, snacks first and then cuddling I'm sure was next on the list."

"It was, are you ready for that now?" Loki asked with a sly smile. Perfectly content to hold Puck where he was too, but the dinner table wasn't exactly the most comfortable of cuddle-spots.

"Is it that obvious?" Puck replied with a grin. "I could try being more coy." The dinner table, as nice as it was, really wasn't Puck's choice for cuddling. He looked at Loki and gestured towards the main room. "Where should we go?"

"Wherever you'd like, my Robin." Loki murmured, leaning in to kiss the other's cheek. "I am here to help you, and I am in no hurry. Whatever you'd like, in comfort and soothing."

Puck returned the kiss with a grin. "We can lay down on the bed, then. The less chance of shoulder pains for either of us, the better." Puck idly took a mental note to lay down more often when he'd have longer reading sessions, and then swept the idea from his mind and refocused. "No carrying me this time-- even if it's a shame I can't return the favor."

"Then no carrying it shall be." Loki chuckled, not bothered that Puck couldn't return the favor. Loki was honestly used to being the one doing it, and had only had it rarely done in the past to him when in female form. It would be a novelty for someone to do so to him, but it wasn't something he expected.

Moving from his seat, he did offer his hand to Puck.

The more Puck thought about it, the more he started to realize that it could be an option. But for the time being, it would just stay an idea until it was either needed or requested. Or both.

Puck smiled and took Loki's hand as he stood. "Good. Lead the way."

It wasn't as if Loki didn't know where Puck's bedroom in his house was. Each visited the other fairly regularly, for intimate time and not. So Loki did lead the way, and then paused while turning to Puck. "Should I turn down blankets too? I'm not going anywhere until you tell me it's okay to."

"I can manage it." Puck assured him before doing just that. He shrugged off his tunic and boots, putting both of them up instead of letting them land wherever they wanted this time around and then smiled at Loki. "I don't think I want you to stay overnight, but I don't have a time frame in mind for any of this."

"I am your guest, and I am also here to make sure you're going to be alright, and to just be here for you." Loki said, reaching out to stroke Puck's cheek. then he was removing his own boots, and his over-shirt but otherwise remained dressed.

Puck sighed a little at Loki's hand on his face before he refocused. It was almost as calming as having Loki with him. Moving backwards until he was against the side of the bed, Puck toppled into it with a laugh and motioned for Loki to join him.

"I know you are, and I intend to enjoy and return those sentiments."

There was a small laugh as Puck let himself topple, while Loki moved more sedately and gracefully. Joining the other, and moving in such a way that it was easy for Puck to curl up with him. And for him to curl himself around the other. Nuzzling white hair, and Loki brought a hand up to smooth through it as well. To occasionally brush ear in affection, but mostly against cheek and neck and hair.

"You have before, and I am still so very grateful for it."

Puck made himself comfortable and returned the touches where he was able. Loki made it easy with his own positioning and the physical affection went both ways, Puck's cheeks going slightly red at both Loki's words and actions.

"That means a lot." he said quietly with a smile. "Thank you."

Loki leaned into the touches easily, a bit like a cat from how he was taking up space but draped around and over Puck. Pressing a kiss to his forehead, then speaking very softly. "You mean a lot. In ways I'm still trying to figure out. Thank you, my Robin."

Puck smiled at both Loki leaning into the touches and at the forehead kiss. "You're welcome." he answered before he let one of his hands comb through the top of Loki's head with a light chuckle. "Do you like catnip?" he asked as he figured out what Loki's posture reminded him of suddenly.

"Not the way a cat does, if that's what you're thinking." Loki murmured, still leaning into the touches and sighing. Returning those touches as he could too, and savoring the contact and company. "Would you rather I be a cat?"

"No, you're cute enough as is. Your posture reminded me of one and I was trying to picture you with cat ears for a second." It was, in spite of Loki's own attractiveness, a pretty cute mental image. Puck kept playing with Loki's hair idly and also enjoyed being touched as much as he was enjoying touching. "But I'm glad I know ahead of any ideas I have." he joked.

Loki listened to Pucks' explanation, then gave a sly smile. It wasn't that difficult, just took a little bit more concentration as his eyes glowed green for a moment. Soon enough he had black cat ears amidst his hair; a very partial transformation rather than a full shape-shift.

Pulling back enough for Puck to see them, even if it meant no cuddles for the moment. Smirking too, before chuckling and then his eyes were glowing green once more. This time for a full shape-shift, of a dark colored large cat with long fur. Not so large at the big cats of Africa or Asia, but larger than a house-cat. The long fur being part of the breed, as it was suited for a winter climate.

Only then did Loki turn blue-green eyes up to Puck, and crawl back in to cuddle against him.

Puck noticed the smile and tilted his head slightly at Loki's eyes lighting up. Once Loki had pulled back to show off the cat ears he was sporting, Puck's eyes widened. Somehow, though up until then Puck didn't think it possible, the cat ears somehow made Loki cuter. He did look a little put out at the lack of cuddling for the moment but then spoke in a mock pout, "Why does that suit you so well? It's almost unfair."

After Loki just went ahead and transformed into a cat, decorum was absolutely thrown aside. Puck liked all animals and didn't show favoritism towards any specific type, but even he was amused by cats once in a while. They could be entertaining little things and Xanatos had given Puck some good natured ribbing about it once he found out; before making a very large and private donation to a struggling shelter in Manhattan.

Puck didn't shriek in happiness or anything, but once Loki was comfortable Puck quickly moved to scratch behind his ears. "Point proven, but it's still unfair. At least a little. I can only pet you for so long, you realize?" Puck was determined to work through any arm cramps that might spring up. "You look like you should be directing adventurers towards a hidden treasure."

Loki, as the large cat, leaned into that petting and purred. Making sure to butt his head and cheeks against Puck's own, and winding around him playfully. There was also some low chuffle-noises that were clearly laughter, at the last comment. He let himself enjoy this bit of mischief for a bit, before moving to get some space once more.

Only so he could shapeshift back without being on top of the fae. From a cat sitting up regally, to Loki sitting on the bed with an unapologetic smile and look. "I'm surprised you haven't been a cat before."

The chuffing sounds caused Puck to laugh in turn, caught off guard. It really was a test for Puck to not simply hug this enormous cat, but Loki kind of managed it by winding around him for a few minutes.

After Loki shifted back into being a human, Puck shook his head as he answered; "No, never! Only myself and Owen. Never an animal. I only look like I can spend my day napping on a giant pillow, being fed treats and getting more attention than I know what to do with. Quite the difference from your demonstration."

"I have had a few more centuries of practice than you." Loki teased, reaching out to twine his hand with Puck's. "Or perhaps some of it is the royalty showing through. Cats have their own regalness often." Another soft chuckle.

"Maybe that should be something I request in future. For you to test your own shapeshifting against the animal kingdom."

"At being cute? That's not something I'll argue." Puck answered with an equal tease as their hands laced together. "They do, some of them act like every human exists to serve. It's kind of charming."

Puck blinked at the last comment. "Oh? Like a challenge on what animals I can become? I'd need a potion for that. Or are you just wanting me to act like more of an animal? I can pretend to do that well enough." With a grin, Puck raised his head and spoke in a very haughty tone. "Yes, I'll take all of the treats and your finest cat nip, thank you."

Loki chuckled again, and leaned in to kiss Puck's cheek. "Whatever is more fun for you, though I am genuinely surprised you haven't played with that aspect of shapeshifting. Then again, much as you think I'm cute, I suspect I wouldn't be able to handle your sweetness as an animal."

"You would probably need to find a dentist." Puck agreed with a snicker before he returned the kiss. "I usually just don't see a need to play with it, honestly. Having the two forms is enough for most things. For the rest, I have my other magic and my wits. All of it's served me well so far." He stretched his free arm for a moment, letting his fingers curl in towards his palm like a paw.

"Hm.. I don't know, I think paws would be a problem. How would I hold things?"

"With some practice and difficulty." Loki replied in an entirely serious tone, as if it wasn't a joke. Which it was, as he moved to let himself lay by Puck and cuddle against him one more. "I don't do animals often, really. But they can come in handy."

Puck smiled at the advice and gave a very sage nod. "Training, then. If it comes to it." Uncurling his hand with a chuckle, Puck went back to cuddling Loki, letting his hand trail through his hair idly. "You mean besides being used as a way to get more affection?" Puck asked in a surprised tone, meeting Loki's own humor with some of his own.

Once more, Loki leaned into the hair touches and cuddling. Perfectly content to return the favors too, and just trying to let himself relax. To feel safe, and loved, and happy. With this amazing being who matched him.

"People often overlook animals. They can go places a human-shaped being can't, as well." They were fun to be used when pranking, too. On others, not on the animals themselves.

"That's true, a cat or a dog running down an alleyway won't be looked at twice. A well dressed businessman or a trickster would at least get a few glances." Puck usually didn't run as Owen, except for a few specific times when fighting was involved. Most people likewise didn't expect a businessman to know how to execute a right hook, let alone to do it well.

"But that could just be my ego talking, who can say?" Puck joked with a shrug as the cuddling kept happening. He rested against Loki. "I'd make a horrible animal, I think."

"And yet, like me, you're already very cat-like in so many ways." Loki chuckled. "Perhaps it's because cats are natural tricksters. Although I'm more often associated with snakes." Loki murmured, leaning in to nuzzle where he could while still getting his hair played with.

"Another fan of milk and naps in the sun, I knew my intuition was right." Puck laughed at the nuzzling. "Ah, and nuzzling- I can't say I've seen snakes do that. Either way they're both cute in their own ways." Puck was fine to keep playing with Loki's hair, idly curling some of it around his fingers and then letting it slip free.

"You're still cuter, though."

"Snakes do tend to show affection in other ways. I doubt you want me to turn into one right now and wind myself around you for cuddling that way." It was almost sighed out, and there was more nuzzling and a soft kiss every now and then.

"I'd prefer not, yes." Puck didn't have a fear of snakes at all, but he liked what they were currently doing much more than the idea of a hug from a snake. Puck would return the kisses, turning his head as needed to accommodate as well as to access Loki's face and then neck in general.

Oh that was much better. Definitely something Loki approved of and enjoyed, as Puck returned the affection. He was also very glad his lover was feeling better enough to engage in cuddles and affection. He didn't like seeing Puck hurt, or scared.

But Loki would return every kiss and nuzzle and touch, and proceed to tease the fae playfully for more.

Puck understood that being hurt and scared was, unfortunately, a part of life even for a fae. But having the support of a lover helped nicely.

At Loki outright indicating he wanted more, Puck would provide, switching up some of his touches and kisses to keep it interesting. He chuckled against Loki's skin during one, moving down towards the other's collar bone. "More, hm?" he asked. "Of course."

So long as Puck was game for it, Loki was more than happy for it too. As a hedonist, he enjoyed these (and other) pleasures fully when he could. The emotion (which he was still fully teasing out) felt for Puck only enhanced that.

Like the fae, Loki varied his touches and kisses. Twining his fingers in Puck's hair, nuzzling his ears or teasing them with soft caresses. Letting his fingers move up and down along his back or arms, just to touch even through clothing. With Puck's little question and answer, there was a chuckle and Loki tilted his head. Allowing the other more access even while he sought more access to skin himself.

Puck could be as much of a hedonist and equally enjoyed it.

Since Loki had asked for more, Puck reacted to the various touches and kisses-- the occasional soft gasp at an unexpected touch to his back or ears, tilting his head slightly so Loki could keep playing with his hair, all signs that Puck was having as much fun as Loki seemed to be. But as Loki tilted his own head, Puck adjusted his position and freed his hair so that he could lean forward properly to begin kissing down Loki's chest. If Loki wanted more, Puck would oblige and happily.

All of this was definitely alright, and encouraged. Loki's undershirt laced up, and it was easy for Puck to get at skin if he wanted. Which meant Loki, in turn, teased Puck's hair and against his ears, the back of his neck. Then sent fingertips plucking against the fae's own under tunic.

"Not how I expected to comfort you, but I'm delighted to do so all the same." He said with a laugh, and a kiss to the top of Puck's head. "Any requests, my Robin?"

Puck took a second to remove his under tunic, ignoring the blush that had been steadily creeping onto his face.

He kissed Loki in return, on the lips before he gave a thoughtful hum. "I'm glad to hear it, and let me think." He worked on unlacing Loki's undershirt. "Specifically, I want to make you feel loved." It was a broad request, but one that left a lot of room for interpretation.

That was much better, and Loki's hands immediately moved to wrap around Puck. Gently smoothing his fingers over the bared skin. Smiling into the kiss, and then nuzzling the other while laughing softly. "I think I love making you blush, it's so cute." Loki commented, nuzzling Puck's nose before shifting to let the other get at his shirt. "Who am I to deny that kind of request? How would you like me?"

"You know how to do it well, so I'll take that compliment." For all of his reactions at blushing in general, Puck really wasn't that bothered when it happened, even if he did joke about bullying being put to use. "Lying down, to start with. Unless you'd rather switch positions?"

"I mean, if you want me looking up at you there are a few different ways to make that happen." Loki quipped, pulling back only enough to take off his shirt before moving to lay down. "I may switch later. You expressed that you wanted to be more in charge at the moment."

Puck laughed. "There are, and this is a good starting point as any." Once Loki was lying back down, Puck resumed kissing down his chest and let his dominate hand comb through Loki's hair for a few minutes. Puck went slowly but would pull his hand away in time as he moved downward, not wanting to accidentally pull Loki's hair or ensnare his fingers.

"I did." he murmured against Loki's skin. "Your understanding is almost as cute as the rest of you."

Loki tried hard not to laugh, but failed. It was amused, as he moved to stroke Puck along Puck's hair, his ears, where ever he could reach. "You're the only one who calls me cute, you know." It wasn't a complaint however.

"I can switch to calling you handsome, or any other synonym. Cute seems to fit more." As Puck was focusing on Loki's chest for the moment, Loki's hands were able to reach freely. More kisses were given, with Puck also switching between kissing and licking to keep things interesting. His free hand played with the opposite side of Loki's chest, working in tandem.

"I mean, I probably don't need more of an ego..." Loki said with amusement, shifting slightly so he could lean on one arm and watch Puck. "But I also can't deny the truth of what you say. I just haven't been called 'cute' so regularly in centuries."

"A shame, I'll try to make up for your lack of hearing it." Puck joked as he looked up and met Loki's eyes for a moment before he went back to exploring Loki's chest, beginning to move downwards slowly. There was no rush. "Or I could just call you handsome instead. Dashing, maybe? Charming?"

"You're very sweet, my Robin." Loki murmured and laughed slightly. Then settled back to let himself enjoy. Moving his hands and fingers as he could to stroke Puck's hair and ears and face too, along his neck if he could reach it. Trying to return every caress and stroke of affection.

For the time being, Puck stayed where he was- slightly below the center of Loki's chest. Close enough that Loki could still reach him without a lot of effort. He chuckled against Loki's skin after another round of kissing and letting his hands trail downward idly.

"I'd hope so, with all of the sugar I enjoy eating." he joked. "But enough about me, I've got a handsome god to focus on." There was a quick smile before he resumed moving downwards. "As nice as your chest and torso are, I'm sure you'd like me to keep moving." Puck's hands moved to caress Loki's hips. "Or am I mistaken?"

"Oh I'm merely enjoying the affection." Loki replied with a sly smile. "You're very much not mistaken, but I am also subjecting myself to your whims. Know that I will return them though, once you're satisfied at having your way." It was not a no. Loki had been enjoying, and was indeed turned on. Just in no hurry, either.

"I couldn't tell at all, what with the nickname being used along with the way you seem comfortable." Puck answered back with equal wit. "Good, then I'll keep having my way." They seemed to be on the same page. Puck had his fair share of quick sex, but he enjoyed it more when there wasn't a rush. It was time spent together, not a marathon. His hands moved, one resting on Loki's right thigh, the other moving back up to Loki's chest to idly play with the other's nipples.

Quick sex could be good at times, as could rough sex. Desire was a many faceted thing after all. But it shouldn't be boring, and should always be wanted and enjoyable. Which this all very much was. Loki had come to cheer Puck up if he could, but also to provide company. Or distractions, or whatever the other wanted. Mind, that wasn't the main reason they were doing this, but it was there. Part of why Loki was patient, letting the other do as he would for now. With plans to return it later.

He wasn't vocal, but sighs and soft groans, the way his fingers clenched in Puck's hair, or stroked what he could of the other's skin. Blue-green eyes closing occasionally, how Loki moved. Definitely enjoying, while taking notes.

Puck smiled at the physical reactions Loki was gifting him and knew that Loki planned to return things, which only added to the enjoyment. He treasured the way things blended together as much as he treasured Loki himself. Loki could suggest the most mundane activity he could think of, and there was an almost guarantee that Puck would agree to it, as long as they were able to be together in some aspect. Desire came in a lot of ways, and Puck had mostly made peace with that idea. Like Loki, Puck never wanted any kind of the fun they had- in the bedroom and outside of it-- to be boring.

He made sure that Loki was able to touch him in some aspect-- either hair or skin, and allowed his hand to keep playing on the other's chest for a few more minutes, while the other stroked along Loki's thigh. "Your sighs and groans are quite nice." Puck remarked as he repositioned the hand that was on Loki's thigh to one of Loki's legs, trailing downward but not touching between them. Yet.

"Much more enjoyable than music."

"Did you want me more vocal? I can be, though I'm not usually inclined to it on my own." Loki teased, albeit a bit breathless. Puck was skilled and this was hardly their first time.

"No, you're already pleasant enough." Puck teased back. He'd had vocal lovers before, but appreciated Loki for his own individual responses. It wasn't their first time, but Puck was always fine with assuring both friends and lovers and this was no exception.

"I only want you to be yourself, Loki, and to have fun with me." Puck added with a smile as his hand moved from Loki's chest to between the other's legs, fingers seeking him out.

That definitely brought a groan of pleasure, and a slight shift of his hips. His slacks were feeling quite a bit tighter, but Loki wasn't in any hurry. The teasing and build-up were often part of the fun. "I-I do have fun with you Puck, my dear Robin. You couldn't tell?"

Puck fingers stopped after that. The build up and teasing were as much fun, and Loki wasn't going anywhere. He smiled at Loki's words failing him for a second and started to remove Loki's slacks, taking his time with it. Once they were off, Puck would switch to kissing the length of one of Loki's legs, pointedly ignoring Loki's crotch. There really was no rush, so Puck wouldn't.

He smiled against Loki's skin and lifted his head long enough to look towards the other.

"I had an idea, yes. But I felt like you needed to hear that, that's all."

Loki was absolutely enjoying, and Puck had long legs to kiss at his leisure. No rush, even though part of him was straining to be touched. Feeling the smile, Loki chuckled and lifted his head to meet Puck's eyes. Reaching out, if he could, to at least caress his hair. "I won't lie, I do like hearing it. But you also show me in so many ways. And I am grateful for you."

Puck would continue to take his time, and kept his head where Loki could caress his hair as he wanted. His kisses were leisurely but Puck also worked with purpose. "If I haven't said it enough, then consider this another example. There's a reason I like calling you a treasure." he joked with another series of kisses.

"I do think you're the first person who's ever made me feel like I'm a treasure." Loki was somewhat amazed that had come out coherently. As it was, his heart-rate and breathing were both sped up. Not that he doubted; Loki had enjoyed the build up and wait to be with Puck, but also very much enjoyed that they were actively intimate now too.

"That's still surprising to hear, considering your looks and personality, but I'll take that title." Puck was sure Loki had lovers but the idea that none of them had ever made him actually feel like a treasure was a little sad. Puck would make up for their shortcomings. "You're one of the lovers I've had in a while who can speak like we're not just having sex. Another talent." Puck was having some fun with the situation itself, but was mindful not to have it at Loki's expense. He continued to move down Loki's leg, leaving kisses as he went along.

"Let me re--ah!" Puck did have Loki somewhat distracted and very pleasantly so. "Let me rephrase. You're the first person who I feel means it." Clarifying, as Loki hadn't been treated ill before necessarily. It had usually all been just casual for them both, or he'd been manipulating the other in various ways.

Puck looked up, relieved. "Oh-- Good, I was thinking you'd been with some unkind partners." But he would keep making sure Loki felt that acceptance and love. At Loki's gasp, Puck switched to Loki's opposite leg suddenly and reversed his path of kisses upwards. "I do mean it, and I'm glad those feelings are reaching you." It was sweet, really.

"You're not subtle with them, which I don't require by the way. That's not a complaint at all." Loki said, although his voice was a bit breathless there.

"I'm glad it's not, but if you changed your mind I could accommodate." Puck grinned at how breathless Loki was and continued his travels upward. "One of my skills as an actor." he joked. Once he was past Loki's knee, Puck let his dominate hand trail upwards towards Loki's crotch. Still not rushing, but just being attentive, like any lover.

"N-not jujust because you're--" Okay, Puck was successfully stealing Loki's focus. Didn't mean he wasn't still articulate at least. "--you're an actor."

As much fun as it had been with all of the foreplay, Puck was ready to continue. After getting off of the bed long enough to finish undressing himself, Puck sat his folded clothes aside and rejoined Loki in bed. Short work was made of also helping Loki undress, with Loki's clothes also put aside for the time being.

"Much better." he remarked as Puck made himself comfortable between Loki's legs. His hands moved to Loki's crotch where he gently gripped the other's cock and began to stroke it slowly.

"Less about my acting skills, for now. I want to keep focusing on you."

From the teasing and affection, Loki had already been turned on. Happy to receive the affection and attention too, as Puck was willing to give it. Not least of which Loki had asked, and confirmed, that yes the other wanted to be in this role at the moment. Turnabout would come in time...

It was difficult to speak, and a bit to think, with the attention so direct though. "You mean y-you haven't been?" Loki got out with a bit of stutter and some breathless laughter? "More talented illusionist than I am, then."

Puck fully expected the turnabout to be as fun, if not more so than what was going on. He met Loki's laughter with some of his own as he simply gave a playful shrug as his hands kept working for a few moments. "One of my not so hidden talents, along with a few others."

Puck adjusted his position slightly to make himself more comfortable. Holding onto the base of Loki's cock with his dominate hand, and letting his other hand rest on the bed, Puck kept eye contact as he took Loki into his mouth.

Puck went a little slowly, just to be safe and once Loki was in his mouth properly, Puck broke eye contact to both focus on the sucking and licking he was starting to do as well as to give Loki access to his head and shoulders if needed, or wanted.

It was hardly Loki's first time. Nor even his first time with Puck. But there was still something that made his breath catch with the eye-contact and action. He was the first to break it, head falling back with a soft groan of pleasure. Not quite blindly reaching out to find his partner. Stroking soft hair and along Puck's ears with one hand, the other just anchoring on his shoulder. Occasionally gripping slightly harder, or fingers twitching, in enjoyment with Puck's actions.

No words or conversation now as Loki focused simply on receiving and on thanking Puck with his own hands and fingers for now.

Puck focused on what he was doing and noted the groan as Loki's head fell back. He paid attention to how Loki's hands were moving as he continued, occasionally increasing the amount of pressure being used, or the directions he was licking in. His other hand adjusted as needed to support what Puck was doing.

Puck suddenly hummed, feeling very playful but stopped as quickly as he had started, and switched back to sucking and licking. He could be a trickster even in the bedroom which added to the enjoyment of everything as much as Loki's reactions did. Puck liked both giving and receiving and this was no different.

Likewise, Loki did his best to show Puck, via touch or sighs, an occasional gasp, that he very much was enjoying. The humming brought a bit off curse, and a laugh that was slightly breathless. Loki had used that trick himself before and he wasn't surprised Puck used it too. Part of his mind continued to make mental notes, for when he would turn this all back on the fae.

Puck laughed a bit at the curse which added to everything. He quickly freed his mouth before speaking, "I'm glad you're having as much fun as I am." Resting for a moment, Puck let his hands resume idly stroking Loki's length before slipping the other's cock back into his mouth.

Some more humming, more for the entertainment of Loki's reactions as much as it was for helping to increase the pleasure that Loki was feeling. Puck looked towards Loki again as his mouth worked, paying attention to when it would be time to switch to something new. Puck fully expected Loki to return all of this and was almost as excited at the idea of that as he was at the idea of making Loki climax.

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Loki didn't bother to reply to Puck, other than to chuckle some more and playfully tug the tip of the other's ear. Just letting himself continue to enjoy, and to give back to Puck and tease him as he could while most of his focus was elsewhere. Soft gasps, small groans, an occasional bit off curse along with touches and teasing against Puck's shoulders and hair and ears told the other when he did things oh so right.

He would not have trouble making Loki climax, and in fact as Loki got closer he gently nudged the other in question.

Puck focused, his attention split between taking everything Loki was giving him emotionally with taking everything Loki was likewise giving him physically. It was an interesting combination, and Puck enjoyed it the way he would enjoy any kind of fine meal.

As Loki nudged him to signal that the climax was approaching, Puck splayed his free hand onto Loki's left thigh. He adjusted himself slightly and took Loki's cock a little deeper into his mouth. It was slight, but Puck combined that with sucking harder.

In contrast, he allowed his tongue to slow, lazily working the length to encourage Loki at his own pace. His grip on Loki's thigh subtly tightened.

Any advantages Loki's physiology as a frost giant gave him were countered by familiarity at this point. Puck was an attentive partner, and talented, and Loki had no complaints. Likewise, he did his best to reciprocate, and give back, and cherish the other. Whatever emotions (which were getting clearer) Loki felt, right then he was focused more on the physical.

Stubborn and strong willed as Loki could be though, he could only fight biology for so long. Puck's name--his other name--was gasped out in brief warning, before Loki's hand reached for Puck's too. Squeezing it, as his body tightened and tensed for what felt like forever and no time at all. Then Loki relaxed, moving to pet Puck's hair and breathing harshly.

As Loki reached his climax, Puck squeezed his hand in kind. Where Loki's body tensed, Puck kept his relaxed and managed not to chuckle as Loki's other hand found his hair. Puck eased himself back to free his mouth once Loki had finished, and swallowed what had been given.

He stayed where he was for a moment and enjoyed Loki's fingers in his hair before Puck sat up and adjusted his position. He moved from between Loki's legs to rest at his left side, arms idly wrapping around the other.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing either of my names coming from your mouth." he remarked with a playful grin.

As Puck adjusted and moved, Loki turned to wind himself around the other. One arm draping around him and keeping him close as the other moved through Puck's hair affectionately. "I do enjoy using your other one as a pet name." Loki murmured, shifting so he could look in the other's eyes. "I know you are also quite prepared for turnabout, but just holding you like this is nice. As is being held."

"It's sweet, honestly, and especially sounds good when it's gasped."

Puck met Loki's gaze and nodded. "I am, yes, but I'm also not one to suddenly leave. There's no need to rush through cuddling." He tilted his head slightly as Loki played with his hair. "You are very easy to hold, in case you were curious."

"A good thing then, that I am not like most Frost Giants. Or most Asgardians." Loki chuckled, leaning forward to nuzzle Puck's forehead and brow. "They're bigger than I am." Puck was very nice to hold too, which Loki was proving by how he wrapped himself around the other as much as he could.

"It would make cuddling you a bit harder, yes." Puck agreed with a soft laugh as he adjusted his position so they could hold each other equally. Puck smiled as he felt Loki wrap around him. "But this isn't difficult at all, in case it's not obvious."

"I would hope it isn't. I rather crave affection from you when we're together, and I'd hate for it to be a difficult thing for you to give." Loki murmured, nuzzling Puck's hair and forehead and the tips of his ears. "I'm also very glad you're feeling much better. You're important to me."

"It's never difficult." Puck assured him gently. The nuzzling was appreciated and Puck let his hands idly trail in Loki's hair. "So am I-- thank you again for helping." Puck kissed Loki with a smile. "You're important to me, too, obviously. I would do whatever I needed to in order to help you."

Puck felt his heart metaphorically tug a little at that statement. He had only made a similar proclamation to Xanatos when agreeing to work with him, but without the love behind it. He chuckled and nuzzled into Loki's neck.

"It's been a while since I've said something like that." But Puck still meant it.

"Puck, my Robin, you've already shown me that." Loki murmured, kissing his partner's hair. "I don't think you realize what a treasure to me you are." Soft, affectionately, and Loki moved to grasp one of Puck's hands and held it against his heart.

He smiled as Loki directed one of his hands and rested it against the other's heart. His breathing slowed slightly and Puck tried to match it with Loki's heartbeat.

"I'm glad I have." Puck said softly. "I do worry sometimes." he admitted with a kiss to Loki's neck. "But hearing it helps and I'm equally lucky to have you."

"I shouldn't make you worry, but I suppose I understand why you do if it's about me. But what I have and have found with you, Puck is..." Loki paused, trying to think of how to put it all into words.

The other let him be vulnerable, and safe. He cared, loved him--and had shown him repeatedly not just with words but with action. Even when Loki was sure the other would reject him finally... Puck hadn't.

"I have never had a relationship like I have with you, my dear Puck. It is valuable to me, and a gift, and I do my best to be worthy of it. Because you are worth it, and a treasure to me, and a partner."

Puck stayed quiet and listened. As Loki said a lot without saying as much, he smiled. He had meant what he'd said about not pressing Loki to define the relationship until Loki was ready and that extended to specific terms being used. Besides, Puck didn't need to hear Loki say that he loved him because much like Puck had done in kind, Loki demonstrated it in other ways.

"We're good partners, I think." he said after Loki finished. "And I only worry because likewise I want you to be able to feel all of the emotions I've got for you. I worry I'm slacking somehow, or that I'm doing too much.. And usually I don't worry about that sort of thing. But I do with you." he almost managed a shrug and laughed a little as his shoulders protested at moving from the hugging that was going on.

"All right, all right. Less shrugging, more of this. Geez." He kissed Loki suddenly, his heart warmed by everything. It was a very big deal to be vulnerable, and even more of one to find someone who could encourage and deal with that. Puck didn't take Loki's vulnerability for granted, or his love.

"I'm glad you value it as much as I do."

"My mother always said that I'm perceptive of others." Loki murmured near one of Puck's ears, a hint of teasing smile in the tone. "And you're not very subtle sometimes. Which I appreciate."

Definitely more cuddling, although Puck was pulled slightly as Loki shifted. Moving to lean over him, still nuzzling him. "And you show it all with actions too, as well as words. Which reminds me that I think some turnabout is in order, my dear Robin." With a chuckle as Loki started teasing and touching, sharing affection and ready to give Puck back all that he'd shown Loki earlier.

How worn out are you? I'm slowly checking in and checking on others. And thank you again, even if it was not my proudest moment.

[Loki's pretty sure Puck'll know what he means.]

Enough that I almost slept on the floor when I got back to the cottage. I've been catching up on rest-- but also how are you? That ice magic you used along with the rest of your magic couldn't have been easy. You're welcome-- though you don't need to thank me, I wasn't about to let anything that dire happen to you. And now I know I can carry you for the future!

[Puck totally knows yes.]

I checked on the healers, including Misa--who I found passed out on the road on the way to her house. I got some sleep while she did, then made sure she was alright, then checked on my own home. I'm tired, but managing. I think the poison took a while go fully affect me, given my healing factor. Being carried like that was definitely a new experience.

Aside from the fact that you were poisoned, hopefully not an unpleasant one. I thanked Misa as Owen later, and I owe her a gift from him. But not right this second. Do I need to bring anything by?

For me or her? I've gotten her fed and she's at least resting and healing herself for now. I'd suggest tea, possibly with a new kettle as she's borrowing one from my cottage. While we were all gone, someone apparently got in and trashed her house, breaking stuff.

Either, really. But I'll take that suggestion. What? That's.. It's not surprising, I've seen it done before, but it's surprising that it happened here.

Is it that surprising? We do have people who aren't as kind or helpful or complacent as it would seem. I vaguely recall a video showing up on the network at one point too, amidst all the chaos going on.

I forgot that not everyone here is as helpful- it comes with keeping good company. I'll check the network properly later.

You know if you need or want me, just ask. I'd already been trying to start keeping tabs on potential pockets of chaos.

Of course, and likewise. Oh? I've been admittedly not doing that as much as I should be. Perhaps I should going forward.

Entirely up to you if you want. I value your insights and opinions, but don't feel that you need to. I do it mostly because it amuses me.

Oh I'm aware! It's not a business report. I'll give it some thought for now. I'll rarely say no to more handwriting practice. Though I could use more poetry for that.

I should consider more poetry. Then again, I already do write it--just no one can read it.

Have you thought about sharing any of it?

[That makes Loki laugh, not that Puck can see it.]
It's generally not that kind of poetry, but I'll show you next time you're around, if you'd like.

I'd like that, yes. My curiosity is piqued.

[Chise checked the directions Puck had sent her twice before knocking on the door. She had wanted to be sure, just in case.]

"Puck? Are you home?"

[He had mentioned to come by whenever, but there was the possibility that he was busy...]

[At the knock, Puck sat the cup of coffee he'd made down on the table near his reading nook and headed to the door.]

"Yes, just one moment-"

[The door was unlocked and Puck opened it with a smile.]

"Hello Chise, come in!"

[He wasn't busy enough to refuse company, and motioned for her to come in. The cottage was a pretty standard layout and decorated in a mix of earth tones and dark blues. There's a chair set up near a window, in front of a bookshelf and a blanket draped over it. The cottage was overall cozy, lived in and comfortable.]

[She gave a slight bow as she entered the doorway, looking around the room. It reminded her of her own cottage layout-wise, but... it was decorated differently. Much more of Puck's essence was here, in the little details. Her gaze immediately fell to the bookshelf. It made her smile.] "Thank you. It's quite cozy."

"Ah, do you want me to put my shoes anywhere or...?" [She still wasn't quite sure what the custom was here. It could vary depending on the house's occupants and their culture. She herself had broken from most of her old habits, but she wanted to be polite.]

"No, you're fine!" [Puck answered with a wave as he headed into the kitchen.] "Make yourself comfortable- Would you like something to drink? And thank you, I want it to be as comfortable as it can be, I guess."

[Figuring that meant she was able to keep her shoes on... though 'make yourself comfortable'...? She wasn't entirely sure how to do that... Taking a few hesitant yet light steps into the living area, she settled on sitting in an empty chair.]

"Oh, tea is alright if you have it. Any kind. If not, it isn't a problem." [Her gaze softened at his statement.] "A home away from home, I suppose." [Though she couldn't share the sentiment - after all, the cottage she was living in currently was a house, not home.]

"I know I messaged over the network, but I hope I wasn't interrupting anything..." [Her gaze traveled back to the cozy chair with the blanket, wondering if he had been studying something.]

[Puck worked on making a cup of herbal tea and hummed a bit as he did so.] "Something like that, sure."

[Once the tea was ready, Puck brought Chise the mug and handed it off to her. Getting his coffee, he sat back on his chair and had a drink before he spoke again.] "No, just trying to start a book, but it's being weird." [Puck held up the book so Chise could see the cover- a man with silver hair looking at something off screen. Where the title would be was an illegible scribble. Puck sighed and puts it down.]

"Just as well, really. There's enough going on without needing to add fiction to it. You wanted to talk?"

[Chise stared curiously at the book as the title changed.] "You too? I guess I wasn't expecting it to happen everywhere. It certainly makes reading a challenge."

"Oh, yes..." [She trailed off, unsure of how to start.] "I'm not entirely sure how to ask this... or maybe even what I am trying to figure out but... you mentioned you were quite adept at dream walking?"

[Start with a question. The answer would provide a path upon which she could further follow.]

"It does, but the book isn't going anywhere. So.." [Puck shrugged and had some more of his coffee, his eyes lighting up at the question.] "I am, yes-- I wouldn't have offered to answer questions about it otherwise. I'm a lot of things, but never the type who does something once and considers himself an expert. I take it you've got questions by the way you're asking."

[The mug was sat down.] "Ask away, then. If I don't know something, I'll tell you. Fair enough?"

"Um... yes. That would be appreciated." [She nodded, relaxing a little but still somewhat hesitant. How exactly should she word it...? Taking another sip of tea.] "Is there a difference between dream walking and... visiting someone while you are dreaming and they aren't?"

[Maybe that was the easiest thing to start with. Though she was sure it would breed quite a few questions.]

[Puck arched an eyebrow and put his cup down.] "I don't know how it works in other worlds! But I know for it to be dream walking as I know it, both parties have to be dreaming. Even if they're not aware of it. But no, I've never personally just traveled to visit while someone else is awake. There's a door metaphor somewhere in this."

"That... would make sense, hence why it's in the name." [A blush of embarrassment crossed her face, which she quickly hid behind another sip.] "I had a situation like that. Something like a nightmare for me, but the person I... visited... he didn't remember it when I saw him next. And while it ultimately helped our current dilemma..." [She trailed off, remembering the torrent of emotions she had felt upon waking. Not wanting to relive that a second time.]

"So, from the sounds of it, what we all experienced on a mass scale this past month isn't that unusual if one knows how to dream walk?"

[He nodded.] "It's not common for dream walks to be remembered by both people. I think it's just the nature of the ability, but that's my understanding of it."

[Puck had another drink and looked up as he thought about how to explain it. He looked back to Chise as he answered, having settled on-] "Imagine you know a song. How it's performed and everything. Now imagine someone has shown you that song can be played in a different key and still sound very close to what you're used to. It was unusual enough that I was confused for a few minutes at least.

Usually for me to dream walk, it takes a few different steps. This version cut most of that out and by how I have to use the ability, the new version shouldn't have worked."

“That makes sense. I remember a few of the dream encounters I’ve had here, I wasn’t aware they were even dreams at first. And…” [Some of the dreams were missing from here memory. That much she was sure of.]

“So outside interference sped the process along. Like when someone more proficient in a type of magic lends a hand. …Do you remember hearing a strange humming before falling asleep?” [Maybe it had just been her own imagination… or maybe she was stalling a bit on why she was actually here. But the detail kept coming back to her when she thought back over the past month.]

"Some dreams can feel very real."

[Puck had some more of his coffee.] "I did-- I've heard it a few times, actually. Twice in the labyrinth itself, and a few times since then. Usually in the evenings. By the way you're asking, I'm assuming it reached you, too?"

[Puck liked singing as much as the next fae, but it was weird that it had kept happening.]

Yes. Every night, right before I went to sleep and had one of those dreams. Maybe... that's the part that's skipping steps in the dream walking? [She mused, taking another sip of tea.]

That does make sense. [Puck shrugged.] My own version requires a handful of things, and I saw none of those steps in place. [There was another drink of his coffee.] I wasn't the one who used magic, for example. I also didn't need to go lucid.

I guess we aren't going to get a straightforward answer on this either way... [Not unless someone actually did - but Yuraia, for all her thanks, hadn't quite explained how the sleeping magic had worked. Not that Chise had heard, anyway. She let out a sigh. Might as well stop beating around the bush...]

Um... Puck? You seem to be adept at more than just dream walking. Like back at the Castle, when there were those guards... [Unsure of how she wanted to gather her thoughts.] Well, I don't have my magic now. And I don't know if I will get it back... but... I've been told my specialty is in sleeping magic. Accidentally, I've put quite a few people to sleep with lullabies. But, I'm also awful at making sleeping potions for some reason...

That's usually how it goes, I've found.

[Puck blinked as Chise went into what she actually wanted to ask and smiled before having another drink of his coffee.]

I know sleep magic, yes-- but it's fairly basic, all things considered. I can't sing someone to sleep. [He gave a hum and looked to the side for a moment.] Actually I've never tried, come to think of it. But I usually don't have to. [He looked back to Chise and continued to talk.] Hmm. If your version of sleep magic is more tied to your voice, maybe that's just how you process that branch of magic?

I'm good at singing, for example, and I can write sheet music that can be read. But I'm awful at everything else that goes into composition. Are you wanting to know more about my specific type? I'm fine with questions, like I said.

[He grinned and gestured to his ears with his free hand.]

Go ahead and ask, you don't have to hesitate.

Maybe. There's still so much I don't know about magic, I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case...

[She smiled at his offer, relaxing.]

Thank you. I suppose... whatever you are willing to share. On sleep magic, or magic in general. I know it might vary differently from what I'm used to... but it's nice to have someone to talk about it with.

[Puck thought for a moment before he stood and headed into the kitchen.] That's going to be a long talk, so I'll make us some food to go with everything. For the time being, narrow that down- I'm willing to share a lot but I do better with a starting point.

[Once he was in the kitchen, Puck tapped one of his feet on the ground in thought.] What do you want to eat? I think I've got ingredients for a few dishes. But not pizza unfortunately.

That's true... [Asking him to explain everything he knew about sleep magic was a pretty broad subject. Still, where did she want to start? Humming a bit to herself, before his call from the kitchen broke her trail of thought.] Oh... I'm not overly particular. I could subsist on some rice if you had it. [Plus she didn't want him to use up all of his ingredients on her.]

I guess... could you explain a bit more about your particular magic?

I'm not about just subsisting, especially while hosting a guest. [Puck answered flatly. But he did take Chise's idea and run with it. Chopping could be heard as he began to slice vegetables and worked on making 2 servings of omelet rice. As he worked, he spoke.]

My version of sleep magic operates more with will of intent. The magic does put others to sleep, but I have to guide it. I also don't always have to make physical contact, but for our trip to the castle it was the fastest way to get the magic into those guards. My other forms of magic can be directed to other targets, too. If magic is the vehicle, I'm the one driving it.

[Chise nodded out of habit.]

That sounds a bit like how magic works where I come from. Intent - what you want to accomplish and in what form - is important. Though... the magic you use is your own, right? If it's alright for me to ask... [She paused, thinking for a moment.] It's your own store of magic, or is it borrowed from the environment? Mages in my world mostly default to the latter, with the help of Neighbors. I can do both... though I suppose using what's already existing causes less strain.

Oh no, it's all my own magic. I'm the power source as much as I'm the one directing it. Nothing borrowed from nature or anything else. Though having some kind of reserve would be helpful for larger things.

[Puck frowned and adjusted the heat on the stove with a soft] No, let's not burn-- There we are.

[That done, the omurice portions were finished and plated. The stove was turned off and Puck collected the plates to head back into the living room where the table was. He grinned at Chise.] It's ready, give me a minute and I'll get some spoons and napkins.

[The plates were sat down, standard chicken and vegetable fried rice with ketchup and seasonings mixed in, wrapped in a football shaped omelet. Puck had even drawn a little on them with ketchup- a stylized robin with a chef hat.]

[She hummed at his explanation.]

Outside of using what's in the environment, or asking Neighbors for assistance, I'm sort of like that too. Except mine is normally more an overabundance. Since coming here though...

[Trailing off, as she was sure he inferred the rest of what she was going to say. Everyone lost their magic here upon arrival. In that case, she supposed she was lucky that hers hadn't been the only change.]

[Watching curiously as he brought the plates in, a light blush, born from nostalgia and gratefulness, dusted her face as he set one in front of her.] "Omurice!" [A declaration of delight.] "I haven't had one in a long time..." [Was it since going to live in London with Elias? Or longer than that... since she was a child? Either way, she gave Puck a grateful glance.] "Thank you."

[Puck returned from getting the silverware and napkins] "It was the same for me- I wasn't able to do anything I was used to when I arrived."

[He grinned at her reaction.] "You're very welcome. I saw this in a movie once and it looked tasty, so-" [A shrug as he sat down their silverware and then grabbed two cups for drinks.] "Is tea fine? I also have some milk."

[She hummed in contemplation at his admittance. For her, it was a bit of not being able to do anything now... and before.]

"Oh, tea is fine." [Her smile softened, genuine and bittersweet. How was she ever going to be able to repay anyone's kindness here?] "Truly... thank you."

"You're very welcome." [Puck didn't know the emotional significance of the dish, but that Chise had reacted with such happiness was a little heartwarming. Tea was made quickly and served over some ice. Once that was done, Puck sat down across from her and would wait until she ate first before having anything.]

"After you."

"Thank you for the food."

[Chise whispered a small, ritualistic expression before taking her first bite. She smiled, making sure Puck was going to eat before she continued.]

"Returning to the discussion on sleep magic... how did you first learn about it? Was it always just an innate sort of magic that you could use?"

[Puck ate after Chise and quickly swallowed the mouthful of food before he laughed and shook his head.] "Oh no, nothing that grand. Fae are classed in Avalon, since I'm a trickster, it simply came with the territory. Which is weird, now that I think about it."

[A sudden nap could be very funny in the right circumstances, or a good defense in others.] "I tried it one time on a whim. Oberon wasn't amused, but I had mentioned the court behind held was boring. What did he expect?"

"Oh..." [She paused mid-bite, thinking his words over.] "So depending on what... 'class' you are, that determines your magic? It does seem somewhat odd that sleeping magic could be used as a trick but... it does have its uses. ...When it works properly, that is." [She let out a small sigh.]

[Letting out a light laugh at Puck's tale.] "I'm sure Oberon was none too pleased. I'm not sure how the Oberon I know would have reacted... he can be quite unpredictable." [A sympathetic smile directed at the fae, as she took another bite of her omurice.]

"Roughly, yes. Not every trickster has the same type because that would be boring."

[And really unsafe, considering. Puck didn't just use his magic for fun and games. He had some more of his own omurice and nodded.] "Oh I didn't hear the end of it for a while. He couldn't believe that I'd just put myself to sleep in the middle of something boring. He may as well have complained about the sky being blue. So yours just.. works whenever it wants to, is how I'm understanding things?"

"Hmmm..." [Pausing to take a bite of omurice. How exactly to describe him...? She didn't want to say anything bad really.] "I... guess he's a bit of a free spirit? He likes to show up without warning, and Titania seems to be the only one capable of reigning him in. But... there's a calculative side to him, though I haven't seen it too many times." [Plus he keeps asking when Elias and her are going to have kids, but she wasn't going to admit that to Puck... the thought still made her blush.]

"I assume yours... is a bit more strict?"

"That sounds similar to the one I know. But yes, mine is strict, to put it simply." [Likewise he had some more of his food and followed that with some tea.] "Very serious, expects work to be done and followed without question like we're all little drones instead of individual fae."

[He made a face at the memory and had another bite of omurice, remarking after he was done-] "Yours sounds novel by comparison."

"I suppose he does sound like that, now that you mention it..." [She couldn't help the slight narrowing of her eyes. 'Little drones' instead of fae... that didn't sound like a nice life by comparison. Though...] "You mentioned 'Oberon's children' before... so I'd like to think he has some compassion or... empathy. Titania and Oberon view all fae on the continent as their 'children,' Elias and I included."

[Chise herself wasn't fae, she supposed it was the distinction of Sleigh Beggy that attracted that sort of fondness from the Queen of the Night.] "...Though sometimes they can go a bit too far in certain regards, they at least put up with us not living on the Other Side."

"The less said about their compassion and empathy, the better this meal will be." [Puck said with a shrug. Oberon and Titania could show both, but it was rare.] "I'm glad your versions seem to have an abundance."

[Some more tea was had.] "Oh, my versions love to keep humans and anything else away from Avalon. If any human suddenly wanted to live in the area, I think both of them would pass out from shock."

[The idea of that happening caused Puck to chuckle.] "Usually it's the opposite when someone wanders in."

“Oh… um… my apologies if I brought up bad memories.” [She gave a polite bow, still seated.] “I tend to say too much, or think out loud, so sometimes it might come across as insensitive. It’s just… the idea that there are different versions of the people I’ve met… it’s new to me.”

"You're fine! They're responsible for themselves, and I'm responsible for my feelings. It's just that I haven't seen them in a while, so my perspective has shifted, shall we phrase it. Much easier for me to really look at how they can act."

[Puck ate some more of his omurice and chased that with some tea.] "Oh that's two of us! I only know my versions, and the fictional version of myself that Shakespeare came up with. Of course it'd be new, I'm not upset!"

[He tilted his head slightly.] "What an odd idea. If I got upset every time someone was new to something, what would I get done?" [A hypothetical question as Puck answered quickly-] "Nothing, that's what."

"...thank you." [Her voice softened. She truly had been worried that she had offended him somehow.]

"I guess it does make sense. Perspective changes when you are away from someone... I know mine did for Elias."

"No need to thank me!" [Some more tea was had before Puck got up to get a refill.] "Would you like some more to drink? And it can-- there's a saying humans are fond of about absent hearts or something, it has to have stuck around for a reason. Have you known Elias long?"

"Oh, yes please." [Chise moved her cup so it was easier to reach. She smiled softly at his words.] "I've known him for about two years now... though I guess it feels longer than that. So much has happened..." [It was a different kind of 'long' than her time before meeting Elias.]

"Have you ever felt that? That time felt longer than it actually was? Or... absence makes the heart grow fonder. That was the saying."

"Honestly? Not enough that it feels normal when it happens." [The cups were refilled and put in place as Puck sat back down.] "Right, right. I knew it was something with hearts. By the way you phrased that question, I'm assuming you've felt it at least once or twice?"

[He had some of his refilled tea.] "A lot can happen in a very short amount of time. It's confusing sometimes, honestly."

"Um... yes. The past two years, for example, felt longer than that. In a good way. And the time before that... felt like an eternity." [Her gaze darted back to her tea, the new cup untouched.] "But... I'm at least grateful for it. If the before hadn't have happened, then I wouldn't have found myself where I belong... or at least, I might not have ended up here either."

[She couldn't quite be sure about that. In an attempt to change the subject...] "What about you?"

"Like I said, a few times. Time usually feels like one long moment for fae as I know them. Or like.." [Puck paused for some of his own tea and thought on how to explain it.] "Or like when you lose track of time and then you're surprised the day is almost over. To me, it's only felt like a month since I woke up here, but I logically know it's been much longer.

It makes tracking work hard because I have to remember that humans move at a much slower pace, but once I find my rhythm, it usually works out. Or I just work overtime. Sometimes both."

"I think I understand. I can't believe it's already been three months since I arrived here..." [She tried to swallow the small amount of worry that surfaced with that statement, taking another sip of tea. If three months could go by so quickly, what if she lost track of time itself, like Puck had mentioned? There wasn't much she could do about it though...]

[Her smile turned sympathetic as she listened to his work though.] "That sounds like it could be quite disorienting."

[His omurice was finished up as he listened.] "A little, but I've adapted well enough. It comes with what I am. To quote some sisters I know, what's time to an immortal? Not that I'm immortal, but.. I've lived longer than most, so it counts for something."

[More tea was had.] "That doesn't make it any easier, and I can't imagine how it feels for a human." [Which wasn't true. Owen's sense of time was the same as any normal human, but Puck didn't mention that.] "Maybe that's why the ones I know back in Manhattan keep themselves so busy."

"Mmmm." [She hummed in agreement. People either liked to keep busy... or, in her own despair, she had been one to sit through the day wistfully. No aim, no purpose - which was why she supposed keeping busy was better. It kept thoughts away.] "I feel like it's somewhat the same - too short or too long. Perception changes depending on what is happening but... I don't know. Maybe I'll know what that feels like someday." [She gave him an embarrassed smile, though not going into it further. After all, she didn't know how limited her own time might be - or, if like other mages, she would outlast those that she met.]

[Puck finished his tea and nodded.] "Maybe. Humans have a very short life compared to fae, but everyone experiences time differently." [It had taken Puck about half of a century for things to change with how time felt to him; and with being in Somnius that was starting to shift very slightly.] "But for what it's worth, I'm glad you're spending some of your time with me, Chise."

"Of course." [She gave him a smile.] "I quite enjoy spending time with you. And I'm glad that you have some for me, too."

[Her own omurice and tea finished, she began to stack her used utensils.] "Thank you for the meal. Is there someplace I should put these?"

Hey Puck! Are you ready for a race?

[ Izuku is smiling so big but then he tilts the camera down, showing the forest canopy very far down below him. There's no whoosh of air to suggest he's falling, meaning he must be suspended in mid air. ]

[Puck watches as Deku tilts the camera down and laughs before he answers] Of course, but I can't tell exactly where you're at, so forgive me if it takes a few minutes. When did you get that power back?

Out in the forest! I'll come back to the city!

[ He'll start heading that way!

He looks a little sheepish at the question. ] Oh, ah... Maybe... 15 minutes ago...? But I want to test it out! My other quirks haven't been as strong here compared to back home so I want to figure out what my new limits are!

Oh! [He laughs a little at the answer] Well, that's very heartening, Midoriya. I'll make sure to give you a good race!

[And he heads out to meet him!]

[ ooc : open logs will be posted on the 6th and 7th of July, where players can make their own toplevels and tag into others! 🥳 ]

Loki had, once more, taken over part of the courtyard of the ruins out by the cliff. And part of the ruins themselves, to provide cover and obstacles. He was not in his usual armor, as it was way too warm for that. It had been a while, but he was in the outfit he'd arrived in, cape and all. Wooden targets had been brought, and Loki had done a lot of magic on them this time. Not just to make them slightly more resilient and animated, but also to enable them to 'tag' him. Either through a physical hit which would be a shock of cold, or through balls of ice.

Honestly, he might have to ask if others have ideas about setting something like these up permanently. But that would be another day. Soon enough he's dodging and weaving, appearing and disappearing, with enchanted targets chasing him.

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Puck was out for another flight- a quicker way to dodge things as much as a way to clear his head. As he headed over the courtyard, he slowed down and hovered to watch as Loki sat up and then began a training session. With a grin, Puck called-

"What do they owe you if they catch you?"

It was certainly dramatic enough to watch, given Loki was not using his flight abilities or his own magic beyond creating copies and teleporting to confuse his enemies. The telporting might actually be new to Puck, and Loki was doing it in such a way that with his copies it was difficult to keep track of who was the 'real' one. Add to that Loki already fighting less in a head-on-overpower way and more in a sneaky-dancing-dodging type way, and it had to be a show.

Holding up one hand, Loki let it glow green and the targets all stopped at the signal. Then he looked up and around for Puck. "Nothing--they're not that sentient. I get a sting though and a reminder to do better. Hello Puck!"

It was a show, and Puck was fine to watch for a moment. He waved and landed on the ground before he walked over leisurely. "How focused on improving! But I shouldn't be surprised. Hello, Loki." He looked a the targets thoughtfully before he shrugged.

"Your dance moves are very nice, by the way."

Loki chuckled with the compliment and bowed a bit. "Enjoying the show, are you?" His style of fighting was different compared to what was normal for an Asgardian. He couldn't simply rely on brute strength along, or overpowering his foes easily physically.

"As much as I was trained as an Asgardian, I have to fight somewhat differently than they do. I can't simply rely on brute strength or overpowering physical force the way they can. Which is not to say they can't be graceful or swift as well. Asgardians are well known as strong warriors in a variety of ways. But...I was and ever will be weaker than them because I'm not an Asgardian."

"I am, of course!" Puck even clapped a little and grinned. "That sounds familiar. I've had to adjust my fighting style on occasion, but what kind of fae would I be otherwise? It would be fun to try weaponry, at least once." A beat.

"Well. Maybe not fun for whoever I'm aiming for, but you know what I mean-- and I understand. You need to have different ways to accommodate, but that's one of the things I love about you."

"What kind of weapons would you want to try? I've also never really heard of fae fighting other than in the abstract sense. Were I to go just by basics, not knowing you as well as I do, I'd guess that as a trickster you'd also stick mostly to your magic." This was all also not taking Owen into account.

"Oh we can fight with almost anything, but it's true that a lot of us stick to magic over physical attacks. I think it'd be a fun challenge to combine both of them-- it'd keep opponents on their feet, as much as it'd keep me amused." But also there would be some honing of his skills for Owen's benefit. Knowing how to break bones was a useful skill as a bodyguard, but mixing weaponry into it would give Puck a better way to protect others.

"I'm thinking of knives, if anything. Brass knuckles are good if you can get close enough. But knives can be thrown, which makes them better for long range."

Loki listened, and then smiled broadly. "Well, you're in luck my good fellow, if you wish to practice or learn. Daggers of the wielded and thrown variety are my specialty."

Puck grinned, looked around the area and then back to Loki. "Both, but for now practicing would be the better choice. A skill assessment, first. Then I can see where I'm at and what to improve on." He shifted his weight idly from one leg to the other.

"Hopefully it isn't as hard as I'm picturing." It was much easier to use magic in his form, but Puck was nothing if not adaptable. He could learn.

Loki held out his hands, and conjured his daggers in a flash of green before flipping them to be hilt first for Puck to take. "Let me know if you'd like to try with my throwing daggers too. The pair I just lent you are good for melee or throwing."

Puck took the daggers, a little gingerly as he tested the weight and how they felt. "Oh these are pleasant!". Adjusting his grip and stepping to the side, Puck brought the one being held in his dominate hand up as if aiming at someone. With a thoughtful hum he looked to the targets and got into a throwing position.

He leaned back and then forward, pushing the dagger from his dominate hand and watched as it sailed towards the target, struck where one of its shoulders would be, and then landed on the ground with a thud.

Puck burst into laughter and straightened up. "Right. I'll need to get better at that, or just combine it with magic to control it."

"Which would you prefer? I'm proficient at throwing it without magic, but magic can help." Loki chuckled a bit. "I insisted on knowing how to do so without magic, just in case. It wasn't until I came here however that I ever needed that skill truly."

"Hm.. Both sound good, but for the start, learning to do it with magic would make the most sense. If I suddenly throw a knife and put magic behind it, then I don't think that would be as much of a surprise. And I can apply what I learn to other aspects."

Puck looked back to Loki with a smile, not vocalizing how Owen Burnette would suddenly improve in his own handling of knives.

"I'd almost caution the other approach, if only so you're prepared when magic can't help." Loki shrugged though. "But it is, entirely, your decision. Would you like to see more proper technique for the ones you're using now, or would you like to start with daggers designed only for throwing?"

"No, that's good advice that I'll take. For now, let's start with these. I can use the ones only designed for throwing afterwards." Puck idly floated into the air and brushed some of his hair aside. "Oh, that's something else- doing this in the middle of flight will be another challenge!"

A corner of Loki's mouth wanted to twitch into a smirk. He kept himself from doing so. "That's what practice is for. Learn to do the basics without thinking, then learn to 'think' of how best to deal in a situation with them. You know I'm happy to work with you and practice."

"Oh, then it's like body memory!" Well, that didn't make it sound easier but it did help ease Puck's concern that he couldn't get to that point. He'd done it with magic, it was just a matter of doing it again with weapons. "And likewise I'm happy to keep learning. So, throwing. Any tips or exercises you do when practicing?"

"None that will help you at the moment, other than perhaps to get you a good set of gloves." Loki said with a soft laugh. "Once you're consistently hitting the target and having it stick, I can offer more tips or corrections."

Puck looked at his hands and nodded thoughtfully. "Gloves, right. That would help with the grip." He grinned at Loki. "Then I'll look for some and keep practicing. This will be fun!"

"Specifically, you'll want fingerless so you still have some fine control, but you're protecting yourself." A soft smile, and Loki took Puck's hands. "I'll get you a pair, if you'll let me." Puck might've noticed that Loki usually always wore fingerless gloves or some kind of arm and hand-covering himself.

"That does make sense. It'd be embarrassing to try to do some fancy work and have the knife simply drop." Puck rested his hands in the others and nodded. "Of course, why would I turn down a thoughtful gift?"

"Good. For now though, you practice." Then he brought Puck's hands up to kiss both of them, before letting go. Stepping back, to watch and offer advice or tips if wanted and as needed.

Check it out, dude!

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So it is! I don't know a lot of art like that-- I wonder if I could find a book of it? I do know ":)" and ":(" however, but I try not to overuse them!

It'd be cool if there's a book! I've just been kinda fiddling with buttons until something comes together and stuff. I like to doodle a lot and I don't have any of my sketchbooks, so this seemed like the next best thing. Whenever I come up with more, I'll send 'em to you!
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Oh, you should be able to find sketchbooks in the city! There's a stationery store that might be opening soon. Spellbound Stationery, but the person who announced it said that would take time. Either way, thank you for the free art :)

Cool! I'll check that out for sure whenever it's open. You're most welcome, dude! I'll send you more stuff as I figure it out.

[Loki had been observing it all, as Maruki made his announcement and Webby panicked after confessing. He worried about Webby, but knew her well enough--and the situation well enough--to know jumping in would do no good. She needed space, and time, right now. Others would be searching for her now, and she'd be determined to hide.

There were others involved though, whom Loki could help. Including trying out a fun idea that had come up before. So, trying out a new look he went about gathering supplies. Serious, inhabiting the role as Puck often did and using all of his acting skill. Bringing a basket of supplies then, to go and knock on Puck's door.]

[Puck had said his piece on the matter with Maruki's post and the information that had been shared. Once he'd had some time to cool down, Puck was in his kitchen idly waiting for water to boil for a pot of tea.

At the knock, he headed to the door and eased it open a crack at first. He blinked and then opened it fully, amused to see Owen looking back at him. Puck tried to speak, laughed instead and took a moment to find his voice.] Well, I won't make a comment about a mirror, no matter how tempting. Come in, I'm about to make a pot of tea.

That's good to hear, as I brought tea that's meant to help one relax.

[In Owen's voice, and hopefully Owen's inflection. Keeping his expression entirely neutral and business. Ready to act at a moment's notice.]

Did you?

[It's a very close match, Puck was impressed. The inflection isn't quite the same but for a quick glance to "Owen" as he presented, it would do just fine. Once Loki was inside, the door was closed and then locked.] What kind? I'm as curious about that as I am about your assuming my disguise.

[But Puck was also touched and smiled.] A bit of a hidden message there?

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[Loki was quick to step inside, maintaining the role for a moment as he simply said]

Perhaps.

[Before letting green wash over him to change back to himself. Offering the basket.] Mint teas, some other herbal blends for muscle relaxation and soothing stomach-aches, and mostly snacks for you.

[Loki indulged in a full and proper smile now, for Puck.]

[Puck returned the smile before he took the basket and eyed the items with a nod.] Quite the care package, your Puck is spoiled.

[He headed into the kitchen and sat the basket onto the table, considering some of the blends.] Hm.. Mint or muscle relaxing..? What an amusing quandary. I think muscle relaxing and some snacks.

[As the water started to boil, Puck took out the muscle relaxing blend and prepared a few bags for the tea pot.] Make yourself comfortable, it should be ready shortly!

My Puck often spoils me, so it was time for some turnabout.

[Loki said with a chuckle, before moving to do just that. Heading for the couch and letting himself stretch out in a sprawl. While leaving room for Puck of course.]

This is the only thing I'll say about it, but quite the hornet's nest being stirred up earlier, wasn't it? I figured you might want some company and distractions and I've come prepared to be both.

I'll take it gladly.

[As Loki made himself comfortable and Puck finished making the kettle of tea and preparing a tray with mugs, a jar of honey and the snacks provided, he sighed.] It was, yes. Here I thought things would calm down after all of the cracks in the sky and everything else, and yet.

[He lifted his shoulders in an exaggerated shrug before Puck picked up the tray and headed into the living room. The tray was sat down, tea poured and offered to Loki before Puck took a seat with his own mug.]

And yet I was proven wrong, but I've been wrong before, what's one more time to the list?

The challenge of beings, being just that. People. I've seen it enough over the centuries.

[Loki kept his tone soothing, comforting, as he took the mug offered to him.]

If the tea doesn't work, I'm more than happy to give you a massage too. For that matter, we could always just fly to the hot-springs as well and have some private time relaxing there if needed.

As have I. The more things change, I suppose.

[He sipped some of the tea and added some honey after a moment.] A massage does sound nice, but I'll see if the tea works first; and save the hot springs for another time. Unless you're wanting to go there? [Puck had another drink and then freed one of his hands long enough to pick up a snack; managing to tear open a pack of honey cakes without too much issue.]

Not at the moment, no. Although I do know when it gets colder I'll be taking advantage of them. Even if I don't feel the cold the way others do, the contrast is quite nice and relaxing.

Now, what kind of distraction would you be in the mood for, my dear Robin?

Right, it should be getting colder soon enough. I'll also keep my schedule free so I can join you.

[He had one of the honey cakes and chased it with some of the tea before he answered.] Some entertainment would be nice. I was going to start a new book, or just busy myself drinking a pot of tea, whichever happened first.

[Loki had some of the tea, then added honey to it for himself. Eyes closing briefly as he savored the drink.]

Which book? I've an idea, and if you give it to me, I think you'll enjoy.

[Puck smiled and had another drink as he thought and looked towards the small stack on another part of the table. He sat the cup down long enough to shuffle through the books and then picked one which he held out to Loki as he settled back into the couch. Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu. Not exactly light reading, but Puck had been intrigued enough from the first handful of pages.]

This one- the opening had me interested enough to keep reading it, but with everything being what it has been, I haven't read beyond the first few pages. What idea do you have?

The same thing I do for Alice, but with her it's bedtime stories.

[Loki said around a chuckle as he placed his mug aside for a moment. Taking the book, and a moment to read the beginning. This may've been mentioned in one of his classes long ago, on Midgard literature of importance. But there were so many, it had been a lot to keep track of on a very short term section as part of Midgard as a whole. This one was...European if he remembered. Around the 18th? 19th century? When they were re-conceptualizing their concepts of diseases and society at large was dealing with some troubling rapid advancements.

None of that mattered though, for what he planned.]

Come get comfy, my Puck. My Robin.

[Book open in one hand, Loki offered for Puck to come cuddle if the other wanted.]

Oh?

[Puck did what anyone who was getting ready to enjoy a story would do. Holding onto his tea and tugging the remainder of the first pack of honey cakes over to where they could both enjoy some if wanted, Puck made himself comfortable and cuddled, with a grin to Loki once he was in position.] Consider me comfortable.

[Loki shifted a bit, accommodating the other and making sure he was comfy himself. Then nuzzled Puck's hair and ear briefly, before he gave his attention to the book.]

The Prologue. Upon a paper attached to the Narrative which follows, Doctor Hesselius has written a rather elaborate note, which he accompanies with a reference to his Essay on the strange subject which the MS. illuminates.

This mysterious subject he treats, in that Essay, with his usual learning and acumen, and with remarkable directness and condensation. It will form but one volume of the series of that extraordinary man’s collected papers.

As I publish the case, in this volume, simply to interest the “laity,” I shall forestall the intelligent lady, who relates it, in nothing; and after due consideration, I have determined, therefore, to abstain from presenting any précis of the learned Doctor’s reasoning, or extract from his statement on a subject which he describes as “involving, not improbably, some of the profoundest arcana of our dual existence, and its intermediates.”

I was anxious on discovering this paper, to reopen the correspondence commenced by Doctor Hesselius, so many years before, with a person so clever and careful as his informant seems to have been. Much to my regret, however, I found that she had died in the interval.

She, probably, could have added little to the Narrative which she communicates in the following pages, with, so far as I can pronounce, such conscientious particularity.

[So Loki read in a steady and even pace, beginning to tell the tale. As he moved to Chapter 1, Puck would notice the illusion. The setting around them changed to match the story being told, with characters coming alive almost and details as if they were submerged in the story. None reacted to Loki or Puck, as they were not part of the story, but the illusion was bringing the tale to life.

Just as Loki did for Alice's bedtime stories.]

[As Loki began reading and the illusion came in to help carry everything, Puck temporarily forgot his tea until it was slightly cooled down. He was a good audience member as much as he was a good performer, and it wasn't the first time that food and drink would just be ignored while Puck enjoyed something else.

A book, some company, in this case- both. He occasionally looked to Loki as the other read, keeping an ear out in case the other's voice started to sound tired. More for appreciation of what was being done out of any kind of need, but the intent was still there. Remembering his tea after a little of chapter one, Puck finally had a drink and continued to focus as the story unfolded. At a lull, he spoke up-]

Have you read this before? You speak almost like you have. Or maybe that's the confidence coming through.

It's the confidence. I'm not familiar with this story, though perhaps I read it once long ago and don't quite remember. I did that with quite a few notable works from Midgard.

[The illusions paused as Loki spoke, giving his attention briefly to Puck with the question. Also to take advantage of the pause, and steal some affection in the form of a brief kiss.]

You're enjoying?

That does sound familiar, I'm sure I've forgotten some plays that I've actually seen.

[The kiss was unexpected, but not unwelcomed at all, and Puck returned it before he answered, cheeks a bit flushed.] Of course I am, being able to see things as much as hear about them helps as much as your very fine performance.

We studied Midgard and it's cultures growing up, and will occasionally update ourselves too. But it's a large and varied realm.

[Loki murmured, nuzzling Puck and then kissing him again briefly before he settled back in to read.]

You see why I do this with Alice too, although the stories are different.

[There's a pause, and then very softly and almost shyly, hesitantly.]

Frigga did the same with me, growing up. When Thor and I were young, and she was telling us all the old stories.

It is-- but it wouldn't be as fun if it weren't.

[Puck smiled at the extra kiss and adjusted his position slightly. When Loki shared that Frigga used to do the same, he looked at the other, the story temporarily forgotten. His tone was soft.] How good you are to continue that tradition.

"I don't know that I'd call Midgard 'fun', but perhaps it's because I've not had the right company before." Loki remarked absently, being sure to mark his place for when he'd resume reading.

"Frigga was a good mother. The kind of person you wanted to have believe in you. She encouraged my gifts, taught me. My relationship with Odin was...more difficult. But it wasn't so with Frigga." Clear to Puck also that Loki regret that he and Frigga had fought, when they'd last spoken. Whatever complications his relationships with his adopted parents had, he still loved her as his mother.

"Oh parts of it aren't fun at all, but some can be quite fun. Company does matter, yes." Puck agreed before he listened as Loki spoke again.

"She sounds like she was." He reached until he could touch one of Loki's hands and squeezed it gently.Regrets could be like that, and that was something Puck understood. "I'm glad you had each other."

Loki turned more, so he could hide against Puck's hair somewhat. Moving to squeeze Puck's hand in turn, and low voiced. "A moment, if you will. Before I continue." Easy enough for the fae to recognize Loki still held a lot of pain and un-dealt with feelings regarding Frigga, and about her.

But it was not a time for sadness--and Loki would pull himself together shortly. He was trying to be more...open, as well. To let himself be vulnerable, at least around Puck.

Puck nodded gently. "Of course. As much as you need." It might not have been a time for sadness, but Puck had meant what he said in supporting Loki in all aspects. He would appreciate Loki's vulnerability by not encouraging him to hurry through it.

So for the time being, Puck focused on his breathing, being more present for Loki himself instead of the story time they were sharing. The book wasn't going anywhere.

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The barest of nods in acknowledgement and thanks, as Loki breathed. Holding Puck's hand, letting the fae anchor him. No tears, no hitches of breath, but a definite tension in Loki for several moments.

Before a deep breath in, and out, a squeeze of the other's hand, and a kiss against his hair. All ways of saying thank you, and that Loki was alright again. Even smiling softly, was he shifted to get comfortable around Puck once more to continue the story with the illusions still paused.

"Now, where were we?"

Puck smiled back as Loki signaled he was ready to continue, and rested against him. Some tea was had before he answered.

"I think I was enjoying your storytelling while trying to hide how much the atmosphere of it was getting to me." Puck answered, only slightly joking. Really, the story's atmosphere was effective; but that made it more fun.

"Ah, I see your ploy now. Though if you wanted me to curl you close and hold you, you don't need an elaborate play with a book to get that, my Puck."

Loki teased with a soft chuckle. Certain they were both comfy, he resumed where they'd been in Chapter 1 with a strong and steady voice. The characters spoke as the illusion played out, different voices. Acted, moved--like watching a full and proper 3-D film that was immersive around the pair.

"Oh no, here I thought I was being clever." Puck said in mock surprise as he brought his free hand up to his chest to try to sell the shock.

As the story continued though, Puck felt himself getting lost in both the mix of it and Loki's storytelling skills. He tensed slightly as plot points started to be set up; sure they were going to pay off later in the story. Ever a good audience member.

Loki adjusted himself as needed so that Puck could be comfy and close. They'd gotten a bit further, as Loki read well into chapter two now.

"We heard their voices gabbling in animated dialogue as we approached. We joined them at the drawbridge, and turned about to admire with them the beautiful scene.

The glade through which we had just walked lay before us. At our left the narrow road wound away under clumps of lordly trees, and was lost to sight amid the thickening forest. At the right the same road crosses the steep and picturesque bridge, near which stands a ruined tower which once guarded that pass; and beyond the bridge an abrupt eminence rises, covered with trees, and showing in the shadows some grey ivy-clustered rocks.

Over the sward and low grounds a thin film of mist was stealing like smoke, marking the distances with a transparent veil; and here and there we could see the river faintly flashing in the moonlight."

So the surroundings went dark but for the moon, though Loki kept the pages illuminated for reading. The mist stole in just as in the story, obscuring the characters and their surroundings.

" “I have got into one of my moping moods tonight,” said my father, after a silence, and quoting Shakespeare, whom, by way of keeping up our English, he used to read aloud, he said:

“‘In truth I know not why I am so sad.
It wearies me: you say it wearies you;
But how I got it—came by it.’

“I forget the rest. But I feel as if some great misfortune were hanging over us. I suppose the poor General’s afflicted letter has had something to do with it.”

At this moment the unwonted sound of carriage wheels and many hoofs upon the road, arrested our attention."

The illusion was quite immersive and complete, such that the sound of wooden and metal wheels and hoofbeats upon dirt sounded loud compared to Loki's voice.

As things were described and the room kept providing a stage for everything, Puck grinned quickly at the Shakespeare reference. "The Merchant of Venice." he remarked, amused. "Maybe the father was trying to keep things lighthearted."

The sound effects came in and if Puck were any closer to Loki, he could be mistaken for a tunic that Loki was wearing. Usually horror didn't bother Puck to the degree that it was currently, but everything was working in tandem into a very affective setup.

Not to say Puck wasn't enjoying himself, he was, very much so. But the creepiness of everything was also winning out nicely. It was an interesting contrast of emotions.

Loki had noticed how close Puck was, considering the other was all but glued and on top of him. He let out a small chuckle, pausing in his reading as the illusions paused once more. "Too much? I really don't mind you being this close, but there are far more pleasant ways to achieve it than because of fear." Teasing gently.

"A little, but I'm also enjoying it. There are worse things to be caught between, I'm sure." But Puck's answer came out a little shakily. He could see the humor as much as Loki did, and laughed at himself as his cheeks colored again.

"A compliment to your skills, if anything, I'd say."

"I had meant to come here to help relax you though, and I doubt this is relaxing." Blue-green eyes dared Puck to lie, and claim he wasn't tense. "Should I keep going, or perhaps a break and another time?"

Puck met Loki's eyes, saw that unspoken dare, and considered it for a second before he just pushed back. A challenge? Easy. "You're wrong for doubting- just because I'm pressed against you like this doesn't mean I'm tense. Far from it."

"You're the one telling this, what do you want to do?"

"I think--" Loki started to speak, while vanishing the book in a shimmer of green. Smirking somewhat too, as nimble and quick fingers moved to find Puck's sides. Seeking out ticklish spots. "that you're provoking me and I want to prove I'm right."

If Loki had been misdirecting by putting the book away via magic, it worked. Puck was caught off guard and began to laugh, but quickly tried to dodge Loki's hands. "You practically encouraged-" He got out before more laughter won out. Catching his breath, Puck finished that thought.

"You practically encouraged me!"

Unfortunately for the fae, with as close as he was on top of Loki it meant that there was no easy escape. And Loki was merciless, as fingers danced along Puck's ribs, his belly, the inside of his arms. Anywhere he could get to that would make the other laugh.

"I see, blame it on me. You know I'm a bad influence."

It wasn't a difficult challenge at all, as Puck was pretty ticklish. His laughter continued, cut in with words where he could manage. "You are!". Instead of trying to fully dodge, Puck switched to trying to reach Loki in turn. Not quite a wrestling match as he knew them, but a spirited fight nonetheless.

Unfortunately for Puck, Loki was the 'younger' brother. Granted, Thor had usually held back (which Loki was called by and grateful for both). But it meant a tickle-wrestling match was something he was used to. "Sorry, my Robin. I've experience with this game." But Loki laughed anyways, and was glad for the play-fighting. Even rewarding Puck with a kiss or two to his cheeks, or hair, or an ear.

There was no sort of sibling hierarchy in Oberon's court, so Loki had the advantage of actually having the kinds of experiences that came with being a younger sibling. Playful fighting with intent to hurt was common in Avalon, but play fighting where the goal was to just have fun? It was about as rare as snow in summer. It was part of the reason Puck liked a good sparring match when he could find them.

The laughter would occasionally drown Puck's words, and it turned out that trying to divide energy between attacking, blocking attacks and returning the occasional reward with a kiss of his own was also working against the fae. "It's nothing to apologize for!" he assured Loki after one such kiss. This was outside of his wheel house, but it was still fun.

"It's cute you thought I meant that as an apology." Loki murmured, then gave another kiss to Puck's hear while his fingers danced near the fae's ribs once more. Affectionate, teasing and playful, but they could only do this for so long really. Loki very much enjoyed Puck's obvious enjoyment and playfulness in turn, and his laughter was cherished.

Still...

Eventually though, Loki shifted Puck in his arms. No more tickling, just up into a hold and carry. Heading for the bedroom.

"Oh? Well, look at me misunderstanding." Puck responded with another soft laugh. As fun as this had been, it was starting to run its course. As the tickling subsided from both of them; into simply holding for a moment, Puck took a breath and then gave a surprised yelp as he was picked up. It would probably never not catch him off guard.

He looked up at Loki as they moved towards the bedroom. "What now, then? You don't look tired." Puck gave him a playful grin, but didn't say anything else.

There was a low chuckling laugh of amusement, and Loki then leaned in to kiss Puck softly. Holding it, making his intentions clear he hoped. Paused in his movements while he did that, once the kiss was broken Loki resumed his path. "Seducing you. Returning a long ago favor. I suppose I could pretend to be a vampire if you wanted."

The intentions were very clear as Puck returned the kiss. Once they were back to moving, Puck considered the offer as the steps continued. "Oh? If you're just wanting to enjoy my neck, you don't have to pretend to be anything. But I also wouldn't say no to the idea." The more Puck considered it, the more amused he was at the entire situation.

"Should I change outfits while I'm at it? Summon in dim lightning? Throw open the window dramatically and cause flowers to wilt? Or just swoon a bit? There are so many options to go with."

"I leave it to you, my Robin. I will have fun regardless." A wink, and a deliberate nuzzle of Puck's ear. "Be certain that I am seducing you though. Tell me how." A hint of dare and challenge in that statement too, echoed in blue-green eyes.

Puck was half considering some of the ideas he'd thrown out and would start to put some of them into work in due time. The nuzzling and promise of a seduction had Puck at a loss for words for a second. Another dare and a challenge, but Puck would respect the promise and confidence both. "Touch. But also have fun with this as much as you might take it seriously."

Besides recalling what Loki had said during their last foray into more playful sex, it was simply an honest answer. Puck liked his lovers to enjoy themselves. He didn't consider physical affection any sort of chore and likewise tried to carry that playfulness through all aspects of a relationship where it was appropriate.

"What makes you think I won't have fun, my Robin?" Loki asked, voice a bit lower but still serious. Never breaking stride either, as they moved into the bedroom and closer to the bed.

As they crossed the threshold into the bedroom, Puck sent out some magic and redecorated the area. With the window now covered with dark curtains and ambient lighting adjusting the mood of the room itself (while keeping things visible, Puck wasn't about to sacrifice functionality over decorating), it looked fitting. Bleak but somehow inviting- much like the novel Carmilla itself.

He admired the work for a second and then looked back to Loki. "Oh, I don't doubt your ability to have fun- But I figured a reminder was at home as much as all of this."

Loki paused to admire the new decor, then leaned in an deliberately nuzzled Puck's neck affectionately. "Are we still taking inspiration from the reading then? I think we're both currently the wrong gender, if that matters at all." Teasing, content to keep Puck in his arms and hold for the moment.

Puck smiled at the nuzzling and considered the question. As Loki held him, Puck concentrated as he shifted into his female form. Her hair hung freely and her outfit wrote into a dark red dress that almost swept the floor. "A fair question, almost as fair as I am!" She rested against Loki and then spoke again.

"Consider this a yes."

"Fair indeed you are, my Robin. No matter what form you take. Would you like me to match, as in the story? Or shall I play as we once did before, but with the role reversed since I can not be the damsel?"

It was like being offered two favorite things. Puck considered both options and then made her decision. "I think a role reversal would be as much fun as us matching." For the time being, she wouldn't be greedy.

Blue-green eyes held mischief and devotion in them as Loki met Puck's own blue. "A role-reversal it is then, sweet Robin." Leaning in to kiss her once more, as he moved to kneel, and gently place her on the bed. A shimmer of green over his form, and Loki was in a black waistcoat with white flowy shirt, and black slacks. To look the part as did his lover.

Being certain she was comfortable, one arm staying around her and under her for support. Deft fingers moved to Puck's hair, combing through the strands and occasionally playfully teasing an ear while Loki focused on that kiss. Putting emotion into it, not acting but actual emotion--as Puck had brought out in him and inspired and taught him.

She had earned his heart, which he'd had no idea he could give to someone.

Puck sank into the bed for a moment and smiled as Loki's clothing changed. It was very hard not to just openly admire, as Loki wore the costume well. She leaned up towards the hand in her hair and pressed into the kiss in return.

There was something to be said about treasure in general, and if Puck weren't focused on being present, she would have followed that idea to wherever it lead. But Loki was sharing his heart as much as his body and Puck, even with pretending to be seduced by a vampire, wouldn't diminish that by being distracted. She reached up with one of her hands and rested it against his shirt, tracing the fabric with a soft chuckle.

Loki let his hand move to grasp and twine with her own, as his other rested under her. Soft kisses, gently tasting ones, focused on showing with the action that she was loved and wanted. How valuable Puck was to Loki, and how much he cared. In no hurry to rush through things, eventually the kiss would end anyways as he moved. Soft peck of kisses against her cheek and jaw, briefly to her neck, then up along her ear to nuzzle against her hair. Chuckling lowly, and assuming a familiar accent. "My dear, you have fallen into my trap, and fallen for my charms. Now we shall spend the night together with the shadows cocooning us softly." A bit cheesy, but playing the part and Loki resisted chuckling.

The kisses were leaned towards, and Puck returned them where she could. As Loki nuzzled against her and assumed an accent with some slightly cheesy dialogue, Puck also resisted the urge to laugh. She didn't put on an accent, but replied like how she'd imagine any heroine to answer in a gothic novel. Puck squeezed Loki's hand gently.

"A trap, yes, but your charms are almost as bright as your eyes. Let the shadows hold us, I've the room to spare and they're as welcomed as you are."

"Your darkness is as welcome as your light, darling." Loki murmured against her hair, squeezing her hand and guiding it to the buttons of the waistcoat. "And you shine all the brighter." Although Loki did let a chuckle happen then, moving back down to kiss and nuzzle Puck's throat and neck, at the upper edge of her collarbone.

Puck worked on unfastening the waistcoat, finding a decent pace to work at. There was no rush, but likewise Puck wasn't going as slowly as she could be. The dialogue was getting noticeably more in line with gothic novels as Puck imagined them. Loki's ability to laugh at it was welcomed. She gasped a little at the focusing on her neck, adjusting her head so Loki had easier access. "Fine, then let that contrast work alongside you."

Puck realized she would make an awful heroine in a gothic novel and quickly bit her lower lip to stop from laughing at it. She wouldn't have spent chapters telling anyone who listened how a vampire had simply introduced themselves into her life- it would have been over as quickly as it had started. But that comedy helped balance the more overwrought words spilling from her and Loki's mouths.

It was a lovely neck, although Loki took care to not get silver-strands caught unduly too. Carding his fingers through her hair, brushing the edge of her gown's neckline. Careful barely their nips designed to entice and enflame were balanced with softer nuzzles and kisses. Ready to follow her cues as well, with any undressing.

The care was appreciated, and Puck reached up to rake some of her hair out of the way and over one of her shoulders. The combination of soft nips and kisses was enough for Puck's hand to stop working the buttons free on Loki's waistcoat.

She stopped before the final button could be freed and moved to start easing her dress down, exposing more of her throat. In a few moments her shoulders and then breasts were on display.

Puck's face flushed as she looked at Loki; chest rising and falling with slow breaths.

Loki paused, shifting to allow her movements and not hinder them, then simply admired. Clear in blue-green eyes that took her in then met her own blue. "Beautiful." Was all he said, with a wealth of emotion in the tone and word. Bringing a hand up to caress from Puck's cheek down her throat to across her collarbone and then between her breasts. Reverent and appreciative and promising.

Puck opened her mouth to respond but by the time Loki's hand was caressing her, she couldn't say anything. Her breath suddenly hitched as her vision went blurry for a moment. Tears had filled her eyes as everything hit her at once.

The love she had for Loki. The emotions behind his words and actions. Even the entire playful setup was adding to things. She gave a quiet laugh and moved to wipe some of her tears away. "Thank you." Puck said softly.

Those were hopefully tears that were ultimately happy, but Loki moved to kiss them anyways. Soft and soothing, nuzzling her while his hand repeated its path but upwards. Keeping most of his weight off of her with his other hand, Loki settled against Puck more fully as he trailed kisses once more along her skin. Stroking her hair and gently using that to nudge her head one way or another as he wove a new path to her mouth.

Puck smiled as Loki kissed first her tears and then changed his path. The methods were as charming as they were effective, and Puck idly heard the fabric of her gown rustling as she pressed into Loki's chest once he was close enough. Keeping her neck loose, Puck allowed her head to be guided.

She wanted to kiss him in return, and knew that she would in due time, which added to the anticipation. She could be patient enough in that regard. Her free hand moved back to his waistcoat and tried to undo the final buttons via touch in the meantime.

It wouldn't be difficult by touch alone thankfully, and more of the white loose shirt was bare. If Puck went to remove the waistcoat, Loki would move his arms accordingly and didn't care where it was thrown. But it also meant he moved from her neck and throat, chuckling softly and kissing the corner of her mouth. "I do seem a bit overdressed by comparison, sweet Robin." Teasingly, blue-green eyes sparkling with mischief as he looked at her with affection.

The waistcoat was tossed aside once it was able to be done, and Puck quickly returned the kiss to Loki. The shirt under the waistcoat did look very nice on Loki but she caught the tone he was using and smiled. "You do. How fitting that my hands are suddenly available to help. Unless you prefer it that way, of course."

Puck slipped her hands to her waist, just above where the skirt attached to her crumpled bodice. With a soft laugh, she crossed her hands at the wrist and tried to look like a model example of patience. Her eyes suggested otherwise, though. She would always wait for permission before doing anything with a lover, but Puck was likewise having as much fun as Loki.

"I do very much enjoy admiring you, my Robin." Loki said teasingly, letting blue-green eyes take her in once more. "Should you wish the same of me, I won't object at all. Whatever we do, let us do it with love and joy." Somewhat playing into the cheesiness of it all too. Just resting above her for now, bodies somewhat pressed together, and enjoying that closeness.

As cheesy as the dialogue was, it was working nicely in tandem with Loki being charming. Puck shook herself out of the wordless admiration she'd been engaged in for a moment and then moved to begin easing his shirt off. "Of course, what other way is there to do this?" A bit of cheesy dialogue in return, but said with sincerity.

"Well, there are several ways to do it wrong, mistaken as passion and lust being causes, but those two emotions fuel love and joy and all four are required really, for this..." Loki mused a bit, helping her remove his shirt. One arm moving to her side, slightly under her while he shifted slightly. Once more tracing and trailing fingers along her face and hair, neck and shoulders and collarbone, lower along the tops of her breasts. "I suspect we have all four working for us though, in the right ways." With a smile that held a wealth of emotion, including the 4 he'd mentioned.

Puck worked with Loki as she finished removing his shirt, punctuating his first sentence with a few kisses as she adjusted her position. "We do, yes." Puck replied as her vision went blurry again temporarily as fresh tears came to her eyes. "If I could stop crying, I'm sure I'd make a better heroine for such a well spoken vampire."

But Puck was never ashamed of being in touch with her feelings, and that wasn't going to change. Her hands trailed from Loki's hair to his throat and then slowly down to his shoulders, taking her time. "But on the other hand, it seems somehow fitting." There was a soft laugh as she sought his mouth again.

"Ah, I am supposed to be playing that role, aren't I?" Loki murmured with a soft chuckle. Enjoying the kiss once more, and holding Puck close. Enjoying the contrast of her clothing against his half-unclothed form, the faint heat of her where he lay against her, hand trailing along her shoulders and breastbone, then up to her hair once more. "We have the night, after all." Spoken against her mouth, before Loki moved. To trail kisses against her face, and to her ear, before shifting down. Those kisses now against her throat, with a hint of teeth. (She had not gotten a look yet, but Loki's illusion was complete, and so his canines were more pronounced than usual.)

"You're almost entirely there as it is, honestly." Loki was well spoken, the costume and change in his speech was really just gilding a flower as far as Puck was concerned. But Puck would always take more beauty.

There was a gentle shiver as he began trailing kisses, and Puck turned her head towards Loki's mouth as he lingered on her throat. She smiled at the hint of teeth against her skin and moved her hands so that he could move freely. Her hands drifted to her sides and the rustle of fabric could be heard again as Puck shifted her weight slightly.

"The night compliments us both, but there's no need to rush." Puck sensed his canines were different and looked towards Loki's mouth, even though she couldn't see it for being against her throat.

"A shame I can't control my pulse." She joked, but Puck's skin was already warm and the dance of everything were doing would continue to provide heat. "But I'll make due, I'm sure."

"On the contrary, hearing its movement and beat is one of many tells that lets me know I'm doing something well." Loki murmured against skin, one last kiss given to her throat before he looked up. And smiled, so that she could see the hint of longer canines. "Now, my dearest Robin, I do believe there are lovely clothes in the way keeping me from further exploration of you. Shall we dispense with those, and then I show you more fully how I feel?"

"A fair point." Puck answered as she met Loki's eyes and admired the canines with a light laugh. She leaned forward and kissed him gently before Puck looked to her dress. "That sounds like the best next step-- Are we using magic for this, or our hands?"

A rhetorical question, as Puck worked on taking the dress off manually. It wasn't as opulent as some others she'd pictured, so it didn't take quite as long. Once the dress was fully off, Puck remained still for a moment- still in panties, but not much else.

Her cheeks flushed slightly as she began to take them off, switching between looking at what her hands were doing and Loki. "Speaking of showing fully."

"Hands, my dear Robin. It's more fun that way." Loki murmured, moving to help where he could. By shifting his body or helping with the fabric. Her dress was placed carefully to the side with care, and he leaned down and kissed her. Loving, soft, affectionate. Then pulled back, as she started to remove the last garment she wore.

"True. It is my turn isn't it?" Loki shifted to get at his trousers, taking them and undergarments down in one motion. Keeping himself close, though off of her body. He did not take such care with his own garments, but settled on his side. Stretching out, leaning on one hand, smirking with his temporary fangs. He'd never been body shy and he certainly wouldn't now, as he admired Puck in turn with his eyes.

"Of course it is." She agreed with a laugh against his mouth as he kissed her again. Once he was equally undressed, she drank Loki in like fine wine. The smirk was as entertaining as the situation itself, and contrasted with the gloomy atmosphere of the magic Puck had used to set the stage.

Puck loved it as much as she loved Loki himself. "A fair turn and a fair sight." Likewise Puck wasn't body shy at all. The blush had been only slightly from modesty, and her breasts rose and fell with each breath taken. Puck sat up slowly and moved until she was closer to Loki.

"As fun as it is to look at each other, I'd like to touch you, too. Where should I touch you first?"

She was beautiful; lean and toned frame no matter which gender Puck was being, with fair skin and silver hair. Although if Loki had to choose a favorite attribute of his partner, it would be the eyes. Those blue-eyes hid nothing from him, and he loved watching the various emotions and lively thoughts that danced within them.

Sitting up with her, one hand came to her face and brushed her hair back. Fingers gently teasing an ear. "Wherever you'd like. I am open to you, in ways I trust no one else. I would like to touch you as well, if I may?" Playing the role, although there was truth to it too. "I do promise not to bite, but I also am looking forward to leaving small love-nips against your fair skin."

Puck's build came with being a fae as much as anything else she did with her spare time. Another part of her existence that was fun. Her breath hitched momentarily as Loki smoothed some of her hair back and touched one of her ears.

She would be a good gothic heroine, and not be moved to tears yet again. But as Loki shared more with her, Puck nodded. "Please, I want nothing more right now." He promised no biting and Puck's eyes flashed with amusement and a slight thoughtfulness as she made a point to consider the counter offer seriously.

It failed, and she buried her face into his chest for a moment. Her tone was soft, even a little hesitant- but not for fear of rejection. "I'm glad, because I don't think I could handle actually being bitten." Puck moved back to where she could look at him properly and began to trace her hands down from his shoulders, moving towards his sides.

But a second later, she added, a bit more quieter. "You could, if you wanted to."

Loki let her hide for the moment, wrapping an arm around her and continuing to brush her hair soothingly. Then chuckled with her words, and let her move. Her more quiet admission brought another chuckle, and Loki leaned in without disturbing her touching him. To nuzzle her neck, up to her ear, as his hands traced along her arms to her own shoulders and down her sides. "Love nips are more fun, and will show up quite nicely against your skin." Teasingly, following it up with a brief nip to her ear. Playful pressure, not enough to hurt. Not even enough to leave a mark--a suggestion.

Puck kept her hands moving as they slowly explored each other. "Oh? I hadn't even considered that. They would be nicer than bite marks." She gasped suddenly as Loki nipped at her ear and gripped right above his thighs to steady her hands.

"More admiration, then? I won't say no to it." The suggestion had been delivered and the more Puck thought about it, the nicer the idea sounded along with everything else. Her hands resumed moving, drawing slow circles on his skin.

"I'm sure they'll look nice." Puck moved to trailing the inside of Loki's legs, fingers easing more inward but not quite touching. Suggestions being returned.

There was certainly no hurry, though Puck could read the cues Loki gave easily. Subtle twitches of muscle under skin, changes to breath. Interested, but enjoying the slow play fully.

Loki was also attentive to Puck's own cues. One hand moving up to wind through her hair and occasionally tease an ear. Kisses moving down once more, to cheek and throat, to collarbone and shoulder. Varying kisses too, from sweet and teasing, to those more passionate love-nips Loki had teased. Nor was his other hand idle, as it moved to trace her form with reverence and confidence. Seeking all those places that might draw a sigh or gasp, teasing along breasts and belly and hip.

They weren't hard to find- Puck wasn't hypersensitive to touch at all, but Loki knew what he was doing and was good at it. She responded with some gasps at her breasts and hips being touched specifically, and would turn her head to accommodate the different types of kisses. The love nips were new and Puck braced for the first but then relaxed into any others that were given. There was the occasional murmur as Puck wanted to return them but couldn't for the time being. An addition to the slow play list.

As he explored her, Puck returned favor, her hands seeking above his hips but promising more focused touches as things continued. The occasional trail near his legs, but suddenly moving towards his neck and hair. Puck loved how Loki felt under her hand and didn't want to stop touching him for focus on her own experience.

Perhaps it was a quality of fae (or at least Oberon's Children) that they were more sensitive to and felt things more strongly when it was tied to emotions. Something that might be used against them in the wrong hands no doubt. Loki however had no intention of misusing it, and was well aware of all the ways Puck was strong and capable. And in specifically with dealing with his emotions, he felt Puck was stronger than himself.

Hearing those murmurs, Loki moved to accommodate her. Still touching, brushing fingers and caressing along smooth skin and toned muscle and delicate curves. But making certain there were kisses delivered equally to mouth and face, and nuzzles, as well as those love nips to other spots. Passion and pleasure shared and given between them. Loki adored how Puck was so responsive, and how she felt against him.

He leaned into her own touches, arching his neck or sighing as she played with his hair. She teased him well, and Loki enjoyed all of it. Subtle twitches of muscle under skin, or in more intimate areas that she had yet to explore. But that was alright--both were heightening sensations for the other, sharing their love in deeply physical ways. Creating poetry with tactile sensations.

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It was something that could probably be used against her, but Puck didn't give that a lot of thought. She had people in his life who she trusted not to do that, and the means to take care of herself. But it was as much a quality of Oberon's Children as anything else. They had been forced to learn humility but had been expected to go into it with confidence.

One of the few things Oberon and Titania chose to do that had almost worked.

Puck's emotions were stirring but it was pleasant and she wouldn't let herself get lost in thoughts of anything but what she and Loki were doing with and to each other. The poetry would be done well.

She smiled at his reactions and would occasionally focus on areas that got stronger reactions; but Puck didn't stay away from others. As Puck reacted to Loki's touches and kisses, she smiled and moved her dominate hand back to his waist before it slipped between his legs, fingers ghosting over the middle in a brief, but firm touch.

She was rewarded with soft sounds of pleasure, a groan or sigh here or there. Like Puck, Loki was not going to let himself get too lost in thoughts of anything other than what they were doing together. Her deciding to grace him with that all too brief intimate touch made him chuckle a bit breathlessly. Moving his head, Loki chased her mouth for a deep kiss, again letting her feel the hint of slightly longer canines from his magic and the illusions.

Teasing her with that kiss and hint of pressure, and a bit breathless when he pulled back. Blue-green eyes studied her, and Loki smiled slowly as he worked one more bit of magic. That blue-green shifted now, to red. As if the color was being bled from it into this new hue.

"Brave of you, my Puck. I had thought to be the first to touch so intimately and close. But as ever you are surprising, and it's one of many things I love about you." Although turn-about was fair play and one hand moved to ghost over her hip in warning, before brushing lower in a wisp of touch.

Puck returned the kiss, the pressure enjoyable and smiled up at Loki. Her skin was flush with color and her eyes narrowed for a second in thought before lighting up with amusement as Loki's eye color changed.

"Of course I'm brave- and I love you, too." There were more compliments to be given, but they were replaced by a sudden gasp mixed with a soft moan as he touched her again. Puck's body responded as her hips rose slightly off of the bed as the touch, trying to seek out more. It was as playful as they both were being.

Oh that was a lovely response, and as much as Loki was in the mood to tease and play... He was also in the mood for mischief. Which right then meant his touch returned. Other arm moving around her to help support, as Loki nuzzled her hair and ear and throat, his hand that had ghosted over before moved more fully now.

Letting fingers glide along the skin of her lower belly and hip, her upper thigh, before moving to that oh so intimate center. Gentle and deliberate strokes, teasing outwardly and moving more inward. Confident, intent on pulling more moans and more reactions.

They had the night, after all.

Puck kissed him again before Loki moved to nuzzling her. They did have the night, and as Loki enjoyed his mischief, Puck's breathing sped up slightly as Loki's fingers played over her and then between her legs.

There were more gasps and moans, with Puck forcing her hips to stay still both to make it easier for Loki to touch her but also so that she could divide some of her energy into touching him. Her hands sought him out again, matching his own stroke speed and pressure. But it was hard to concentrate with each stroke that she was given. Puck would manage-- she refused to be the only one getting pleasure in this situation, even temporarily.

Her other name was breathed out against her ear, low-voiced and laced with emotions of love and lust. His arm stayed around her, only pulled her closer so their bodies could share warmth and be skin to skin. Puck was rewarded with a soft groan of her own as she touched him fully. Warm and swelling with want, as he matched his strokes against her as well. Each feeding the other, fingertips playing her as if she were a master-crafted instrument. Nor were they shy, as the teasing went on; dipping within her at first shallowly, then moving deeper and in a steady pressure and rhythm.

The way they were touching, the emotions fueling everything, the mix of emotions that Puck heard in Loki's voice, Puck was enjoying all of it. As Loki's fingers slipped into her, Puck lost focus for a moment. "Ah.."

She found her focus again and Puck's hands moved slightly quicker. Not enough to bring Loki to climax, but enough to provide a new contrast. She was being played like an instrument, with a groans and sighs but the symphony they were building was going to be as long as needed. Puck kissed him where she could, the feelings threatening to overtake her, but she didn't mind in the slightest.

Loki's voice, murmuring words in asgardian, or bits of either of Puck's names, joined that symphony. Pleased and encouraging, soft and quiet and loving. Like her, he kept his hips still despite a want to move. Loki praised her with his mouth besides simply words. In presses of lips against skin, soft nips occasionally, then soothing any abused skin with his tongue.

Loki also knew from personal experience (as both genders) over centuries, how to take advantage of a woman's form. To ensure she was being pleased, and enjoyed it. Few ever gave a care to it, he'd found--but his ego (in whichever gender) would not let him be a bad lover. That was all before he'd grown to care for others too--and Puck he cared for very very much. Which he focused on showing to her now.

It was a pleasant mix of everything. The addition of soothing her skin wasn't unwelcomed. As Loki focused on her pleasure, Puck kept touching him and making sure he was also enjoying what she was doing.

Her back tried to arch suddenly and Puck bit the tip of her tongue to shock herself out of doing it. She didn't want to lose focus, not yet, and she gave him a few more kisses as her hands kept working his body as expertly as Loki worked hers.

Puck was skilled, and knew Loki well. In some ways, perhaps, better than he knew himself. As much as he enjoyed her touch (seen in hundreds of little cues), he was determined that she should come undone at least once before they joined though. That was his goal, as his fingers and thumb teased her. Dipping in deeper then sliding out, while thumb stroked and caressed and teased. "No my love, let yourself fall. I'll catch you." He murmured from where he was breathing and leaving soft love nips against her neck. As the vampire role he was playing, as much as for enjoyment otherwise.

He was doing a good job at playing the role and what he was saying matched everything else. She was going to metaphorically unravel, as most heroines did in a novel. But instead of through blood loss, her swooning would be via touch and encouragement. When Loki mentioned that she would be caught, Puck's reasoning stopped for a moment With a few more strokes coupled with everything, her hands flew to his shoulders suddenly.

Puck held to him tightly, her hips finally moving as her climax met him, body tensing as she cried out but quickly blinked. She refused to let her eyes close and again sipped from the cup known as admiring ones lover as Puck's dominate hand raked through his hair as if looking for gold itself. She wouldn't be the only one left a mess, even temporarily. Though the comedy of everything would land after, right now Puck allowed herself to feel everything else. Loki's name was gasped and then panted, and Puck almost saw stars.

She was welcome to use him to steady herself, as Loki braced and could easily take it. Who cared about a mess, when it was done via passion? Her hand was welcome to comb through, muss, rake through his hair, even pull if she needed. Loki focused instead on leaving a love mark at her throat, while holding her and supporting her against him so very close. Fingers continuing to focus on her pleasure, to guide her over that edge and then help her descent be as pleasant as well.

Puck didn't care at all. She didn't pull on his hair, but kept raking and playing it while the other hand stayed on Loki's shoulder. Her descent was a little slower compared to her rise and Puck's breathing became deeper as she continued to find her senses. With an amused chuckle she relaxed her hands, chest rising and falling steadily. She found her words a moment later around small huffs and puffs.

"There I am. I couldn't think for a second."

Loki moved his head, at some point during her descent, to where he could nuzzle her cheek and ear and hair. Pleased by the red mark he'd left at her neck. Shifting only enough to keep her supported, murmuring soft assurances against her ear and hair.

"Sometimes thinking is over-rated. I intend to do that to you quite a few more times, by the way." Loki's tone was amused and confident and had a little chuckle of his own.

"Do you? I won't even make a comment about turn-about because this-" Puck paused to give the other a kiss. "Is about enjoyment and us first. But thinking can be very over-rated, I agree." She moved her hand from Loki's shoulder and traced along the mark on her neck with a pleased little snicker.

"Whenever you're ready, my vampire." It really was as fun as it was arousing.

That kiss made Loki smile against Puck's mouth, and the hand that had been holding her moved up to wind through silver-white-strands of hair. Temporarily red eyes watched her with affection and mirth and banked heat. "My Robin, my Puck....you are constant source of joy." With a soft little laugh, then another kiss and Loki using his slightly greater weight and bulk to bear them both back down to the bed.

One leg slipping between hers, as his fingers played softly once more at her center. Light touches, moving along legs and hip and belly, but always back to that intimate core. Loki supported himself on his other arm, and moved his kisses and head down once more. More love nips and kisses and soothing, but this time as he reached her chest he paid special attention to her breasts. Teasing the peaks, the skin itself, including leaving another love mark against fair skin over her heart.

Puck kissed him back and smiled as they laid back down. "So are you. The red eyes also look nice." She trailed off and admired them for a moment. Loki's eyes were lovely regardless of their color, but with the way they caught the light, they glinted at random which as a nice touch.

Puck stopped thinking about Loki's eyes and arched slightly as he continued to explore her. She touched where she could, Puck playing with his hair before she tried to reach anywhere else as her breasts were played with. Puck's eyes welled with tears as Loki left a mark over her heart, the message behind that coming through clearly.

Loki chuckled against her skin but was pleased with his mark too. Pressing a much softer kiss there, a light caress of his mouth, after the mark was formed. Puck was so responsive, and Loki trusted and loved this fae, even if he was still figuring out 'romantic' love. But he knew somewhat how to be a partner, and he wanted to be so for Puck in all the ways he could.

Right then, it was love-partner, and Loki was well experienced in how to play that role. This was for more than just the fun of it, though that was a large component. It was also NOT manipulation for something that Loki wanted. He let his emotions guide his expertise.

Paying homage and worship to her body with fingers and mouth, seeking out all her sensitive spots. Loki had meant what he said when he intended to make it hard for her to think quite a few times. As he moved lower along her skin, it was clear that he was determined to do so again sooner rather than later, between mouth and fingers.

Puck wasn't quite as responsive as she was clever, but she was in touch with her emotions as much as her body. Her tears subsided as quickly as they had arrived but the emotions behind them would stay around. Even if Loki wasn't as experienced at playing the role of just a lover, Puck was touched.

She inhaled sharply as Loki changed his tactics and again slipped her hands into his hair as he moved; her grip tightening. Her hips moved upwards, seeking more of his touch in whatever form it took.

Again, she was welcome to do what she liked with her fingers in his hair. Loki would pay attention cues given that way just as much as the rest. Moving lower, leaving love marks now against her belly, her hip. Shifting his position between her legs, and Puck's inner thigh was kissed sweetly then marked as well. Fingers ever teasing her, building up her pleasure again. Playing along sensitive skin within and without.

Puck switched between holding onto Loki's hair and running her hands through it for the most part. Her hips moved again, mixed with sighs and the occasional gasp as Puck shifted her weight slightly to accommodate him. She lifted her head long enough to properly see Loki but put it down as quickly before her shoulders could start to hurt from the angle she was positioned at. "Soon!" Puck managed to get out as her pleasure kept building. Not so soon that she was upset, but close enough that Puck was aware of it.

Chise was glad to provide the support where she could. Puck had been so kind to her since they had first met - she figured it was only fair.

“So long as you make sure to get some proper rest later, too.” Her gaze softened with worry. Not that the girl was his mother but… it was important. “Though I guess that’s a bit difficult with nightmares… I have a blend of potpourri scents at home that might help, if you would like to try it.”

"I will, you have my word." Puck appreciated the concern and wouldn't discard it. As she mentioned potpourri, his eyes lit up for a moment in brief excitement. "Oh? Anything with flowers I think would help nicely."

Chise couldn't help smiling as Puck perked up.

"I think I have some dried lavender and lemon... I'll be sure to bring a satchel by your house then."

Continuing to walk, as their destination got closer with each step.

"I'm sorry if this is a bit forward but... is this the first time you've had nightmares like this?" She wondered aloud. "I'm just curious, as I feel like a lot is changing around here right now, so stress could be part of it."

"That's so kind!" Puck remarked brightly. It really was, and Puck liked both scents.

"Specifically of this type? Yes. The only ones I know who can see ideas about the future are the three Fates we met a few months ago when the labyrinth had that music and trees growing inside of it. It's never been anything I can do." To keep his hands busy, Puck braided a little of some of his hair as they moved. "But stress would explain it as easily as anything." Though the idea got him to laugh lightly.

"Here I thought this couldn't be stress because this isn't quite as busy as Manhattan or Avalon, how quickly I'm proven wrong."

But even with saying that, Puck frowned a little in thought. "I do wonder.. Stress usually doesn't cause visions."

[She nodded, remembering the three children she had met within Puck’s dream months ago. The Fates…]

Remove one stressor and others can take its place. It isn’t really something anyone can control, even if they try.

[Stress was a part of life just like any other emotion - joy, sadness, fear. Chise knew that now. Still…]

The key word being ‘usually’… this place has had some strange effects. I hope - whatever these are, visions or dreams - don’t plague you for too long. It isn’t a pleasant experience.

[Something in her gaze flickered at that, but she didn’t offer more. It wasn’t her place to explain what she meant, not while Puck was clearly working through something. All she could off was that she understood… and she could listen.]

[The child hummed as she thought.]

The Library had some. There were books on scary dragons and knights, and nice dragons too.

[Puck smiled at the info.] The library does have a lot of books. Do you have a favorite?

[She blinked as she stared at him. A favorite?]

I like lots of books... [She trailed off, thinking through the dozens upon dozens she had read. ~~Congrats, Puck, you got this child to be talkative~~] but... I liked one more. Because it was a gift from a nice man. It was... [Thinking really hard. It had been a bit since she had seen the book. She had left it behind a few years prior, at a cousin of a cousin's house.] 'The Lonely Little Star'.

[Then, somewhat quietly as she stared down at the ground.] ...I wish I could show you.

[~~Mission accomplished.~~ Puck listened as Chise talked, gave the title and smiled at the shared information.] I like a lot of books, too. Yours sounds nice.

[He thought. The chance of it being in the library was probably null.] I don't think the library has 'The Lonely Little Star', but it might have other books. Would you like to come looking with me?

[There was a second of hesitation - one born from the years of learning to be wary of anyone and anything - before she nodded, hand reaching and firmly grasped within Puck’s.]

I want to.

[The wish was simple. But Libraries had proven to be safe before, with safe people. Maybe then, this person was safe too?]

Assuming this finally works---

Hello again, Puck. It's Seto. I got your invitation earlier, but I'm afraid it got lost in the chaos I was dealing with then. Is it still valid?

Hello, Seto! Of course it is, when were you wanting to come by?

This afternoon, if all's well with you? It's been a while.

It has been, and this afternoon is fine. You'll be expected and welcomed!

[ Seto shows up as expected, wearing one of his nicer casual outfits...navy tunic, black slacks. Nothing fancy, but he hasn't had a reason for fancy outfits yet. ]

Hey, Puck? Am I too early?

[Puck has finished putting the touches on the area- A few rows of light orbs providing ambience, and a tray of snacks and some drinks.]

Not early enough that I'm irritated at it. I just finished getting everything done- make yourself comfortable and I'll get started. [He smiles at Seto and gestures to the living room. There are a lot of spaces to sit, and Puck will adjust his position so he can be seen clearly.]

Works for me. It's...mm, it's a nice setup.

[ Seto sits politely and takes a seat and a drink. ]

Guessing you've been busy?

[Puck smiles and looks over the area again before he nods. It looks good.] It does look nice, doesn't it? A bit, to put it lightly. How about yourself?

[With a stretch, Puck blinks in surprise at the amount of tension just helping itself out of his shoulders.] Well, that's a nice side effect, I should stretch more often.

Puck would find a wrapped parcel in his own room. Labeled, wrapped carefully, first revealed was a warm fur mantle. Wrapped further, with in that, was a small wooden box containing a wooden comb. There was a note with both, hand written by Loki.

My Robin, my partner and love. You have made my life brighter than you'll ever know, and are a constant source of joy and strength to me. Blessed Yule to you, as I shall ever try to keep you warm and be your light too.

Before it was signed with a bindrune of Loki's name.

Puck hadn't been expecting gifts, fine to simply enjoy the gathering with everyone. He handled both gifts gently, admired the mantle and how warm it felt and smiled a the comb and case. He would arrive at Loki's room later and simply pull the other into a hug.

"Those are wonderful gifts. Thank you."

Loki smiled and did not protest the hug at all. Quite happy to wrap his arms around Puck in turn. "I honestly wasn't sure what I could get you, besides practical gifts. But hopefully I show you all the time how much you mean to me."

"Practical gifts are always welcomed, honestly. And of course you do." Puck tightened the hug a little for emphasis and then eased back with a smile. "You don't need to hope about doing it."

Loki smiled too, then leaned forward to kiss Puck's forehead, with an impish smile. "I did consider also just wrapping myself in a bow, for you. I'm egotistical enough, but figured you'd laugh more at it in ways that would harm said ego." He was teasing.

"Never, because I like unwrapping my gits." Puck replied smoothly, tone as teasing. He blushed a little at the forehead kiss but then kissed Loki in return on the lips. "But the thought is an entertaining one." Puck quietly filed it away in his mind for the future.

"So I'm hearing 'wear more layers' regularly. Got it." Loki teased back, smiling against Puck's lips and into the kiss. More than content.

"Yes, exactly." Puck confirmed with a snicker. He broke the kiss a moment later and added, "Not during hotter months, obviously."

"For you, I would do so." Loki said with a chuckle and another kiss. "Because I also trust you to not let me overdo it."

Puck hummed against Loki's mouth. "Of course I wouldn't let you overdo it. Please, I'm too attentive to do otherwise." But also Puck just would always take care of his loved ones. "It's part of my charm." He added as he pulled away slightly to wink at Loki playfully.

Loki nuzzled, then kissed Puck's cheek. "It is part of your charm. Especially because it has never been an act, either. Trickster and fae, but you are genuine. Which is how you've taught me and shown me, my Robin." Loki had played and acted before, but with Puck it had all become real and sincere.

"Of course, what other way is there to exist for more than a century?" Not that Puck didn't love tricks and lies by omission, but even those were done with sincerity. He returned the kiss to Loki's opposite cheek with a soft laugh. "But I'm glad you were willing to learn. That's part of what I admire about you." That Loki had been open to even learning in the first place had touched Puck.

Not many could survive letting themselves be genuine. That was part of what Loki also had found strength in from Puck. That he could BE himself, flaws (though very few of those, his ego insisted) and all. Tightening his hug on the other, Loki nuzzled him softly.

"We can easily compliment and admire each other later. Especially if you do want just me, wrapped in a bow."

It was poison to some, that's true. There were probably a lot of philosophers who spent years talking about the nature of self and truth, but Puck wasn't interested in thinking about that for the time being and he hummed a little at the nuzzling.

"I'll keep my schedule free-- and yes, I do. Whatever color you'd like would be fine."

A small gift wrapped crudely in brown paper is laid without fanfare at Puck's front door. Within the haphazard packaging rests a purple scarf. It's a touch rough, with a few threads loose, and obviously knitted with fairly inexperienced hands. Towards one end Puck's name is just barely legible in a golden thread color. Nestled with the scarf is a note, written in Mikey's usual scratch scrawl.

Hey, my most excellent of fae fellows! It's the gift-giving time of year and I figured that I should make you a little something even if you're not one who celebrates the holidays, cause you've been super awesome since I got here and you deserve it. It's messy, cause I'm nowhere near Raph's skill level, but I still remember the stuff he taught me. You don't hafta wear it or anything, but I do hope it makes you feel warm.

Have the most happy of holidays!

From,
Mikey

P.S. I made Loki one too, so you guys can match. =)

[Luz gets Stringbean to go by Puck's with a neat parcel! When he unwraps it, he'll find a bottle of fresh made cider, several cheeses and meats Luz has gotten from her job. Along side it he'll also see another package: FOR OWEN.

With the packages she'll find a note:

I hope this tastes as good as when I first packaged it! It'll help you into the new year, and I hope when you have it you'll think of me! -Love, Luz Noceda

For Owen's package it's a well crafted gray briefcase with a note:

If you're ever called into service, I hope you have this to remember I'm cheering you on! -Love Luz Noceda

[On the morning of the 25th, a small basket can be found outside of Puck’s room - she would have used a firebird, except for the fact they lived in the same house and delivering it ‘personally’ felt better. Inside was a note, a blend of potpourri - smelling as close to a blend of Manhattan and Avalon as Chise remembered from her brief visit in Puck’s dream - and a book she thought he might like.]

Puck,

Thank you as always for your friendship, support, and guidance. Don’t worry - you don’t need to return the book to the Library, I got it elsewhere. I hope it is to your liking.

Merry Christmas.

~Chise

[ Puck's gift is a simple wooden plaque with his name elegantly carved on it. It's brightly polished, decorated on the border with a burned fractal pattern, and the silhouette of a feather pen marks it.

Thank you, friend is carved on the back. ]

[Loki was caught off guard by the return of Sleepr. At least the profile wasn't too damning this time. But Puck's response calmed him, and he went to search out the Fae.

Wrapping Puck up in a hug, and resting his head against Puck's hair.]

You're very tame mayhem around me. But then, I've not been causing much of it on the grand scale lately either.

[Affectionately, saying thank you without those words.]

I could be less tame, if you're getting bored. [Puck joked back as he returned the hug.] Please, chaos can be small or large, that's the fun of it.

If I were bored, I'd just do something myself, Robin. I was caught off guard though, by Sleepr's return.

[Just gonna hug and be affectionate with his fae, don't mind him.]

Besides, it's not wrong. I do tend to play the long game.

It was surprising- I thought it'd left with Vaeros.

[But enough about that. Puck nuzzles into Loki as they chat.]

Oh, I like long games myself. I once sat in on an Uno tournament that went for three hours. There was almost a fight over it.

[He pulls back and gives a playful wink to Loki.] There's nothing wrong with knowing your pace at life.

I've moved quickly and swiftly enough before too. And done things on a whim without planning. But then, I'm always scheming something.

[Loki let him pull back, and brought one hand up to cup Puck's face softly.]

I believe the game on Midgard that I'm familiar with having the most 'fight' ratios is Monopoly? Something from the early 1900s, on the North American continent.

I only scheme when it's needed. The rest of the time is just existing.

[Puck smiled at his face being cupped.]

Oh, yes- I've seen that one, too. You play against others to buy up property and then charge fees when others come to your land. It can be fun as long as you're not the one playing it.

I enjoy scheming, hence why I do it often. If I didn't, I wouldn't do it. I've not seen that one though, only heard of it. I can see how it would lead to fights.

Arrakis gifted me a very thoughtful and elegant chess set for the holidays. We should play sometime.

Arguing about fake money and fake land deeds, yes. It's one golden apple away from being a myth.

[Puck gave a thoughtful hum] Actually, I don't play chess that often. Not even at work. [A pointed look for a second before Puck shrugged.] But it could be fun!

That, surprises me, dear Robin. That you don't play often. We might have to fix that.

[But Loki wouldn't bully Puck into playing if Puck didn't want to. Loki played often--he'd done so with Alice, and he did so with Kaiba and some others still.]

I'm usually busy, but I won't say no to learning a new game. You might have to just get used to winning for a while.

[Puck's eyes lit up for a second as he chuckled.] It's an enormous thing to ask, I'm sure.

Oh I think you'll surprise me. You're good at that, and it's hard to do.

[Loki chuckled too, then leaned in to kiss Puck's forehead.]

Must be because you're a trickster too. And very good mayhem.

Both of those are true at the same time, yes.

[Puck's cheeks colored a bit, but faded almost as quickly.] I would hope, with as long as I've had to practice at it! [Puck shifted his weight a little and hugged Loki suddenly.] If I wasn't good mayhem, would I still be a trickster? [There was a slight twinge of a headache as Puck remarked,] Oh it's not the time for deep philosophical questions like that. Pretend I didn't ask and I'm instead complimenting your hair for the hundredth time.

[Loki privately adored making Puck blush. He only adored it more if it was when Puck was being Owen. Personal victories, and the fae was very attractive when he blushed. The sudden shift to a hug had Loki wrapping his arms around Puck again, and folding him close in the hug.]

I think I can do that for you. As a favor you know. You really ask so much.

[Affectionate teasing, and Loki nuzzled Puck's hair.]

[It wasn't very hard to do, but Puck wouldn't let Loki know that because it was more fun that way. As Loki nuzzled his hair, Puck laughed.] Oh of course- I just wake up every morning and think of things to ask you for. How do I get anything else done? It's a true mystery for the ages.

[Equally teasing back, and Puck's shoulders shook a little at the idea of doing that.]

[Spoiler for Puck, Loki already knew it was easy. Didn't mean he enjoyed doing it any less. Feeling Puck laugh and hearing it, Loki chuckled too deep in his chest.]

I wonder how you have the energy for it, which could be put to so many better things. Like complimenting my hair again.

[More affectionate teasing, but Loki was quite content right then. A state he wasn't used to being in, but had come to find often with Puck. A very good thing.]

I'm very good at energy management, actually. [Puck joked back- and part of him knew that Loki was aware of how easy it was. Puck didn't try to hide it or play it off as being from the heat, or the weather or any other excuse when he was in his real form.] But another compliment to your hair-- let me think. As soft as cat's fur and as black as a dark sky.

[The nap had helped, even if Puck didn't remember very much except ideas that made no real sense when put together. He had been out cold shortly after he and Loki had gone to bed, and the cuddling and hair stroking had been nice.

Puck had no idea what time it was when he woke up, but he felt noticeably better, with just the normal grogginess that came with a regular nap.

As he sat up, Puck yawned and looked around as his vision adjusted.] Loki?

[Loki was amused, and had been ready to use sleep magic on his lover if needed. But between the cuddling and hair stroking, and how tired Puck already was, it hadn't been. Loki had just wound himself around Puck, and pet his hair, and murmured soft nonsense against his forehead.

So much trouble, really.

Trouble Loki was happy to do, curled around his fae and comfy. He dozed instead of really sleeping, so as soon as Puck was moving, Loki cracked an eye open. Shifting to let the other sit up, he just stayed where he was on the bed. The pillow was comfy, after all.]

Here. What do you remember, my Robin?

[All of the trouble, which fit with Puck's entire nature. With his eyes adjusted, Puck looked at Loki and had a soft smile at how comfortable the other looked.

He loved him so much it hurt sometimes. But for the time being, Puck thought back.]

Not very much. Something about needing a picture for Sleeper, then.. [He trailed off and rubbed his forehead. The difference between his magic feeling normal and whatever this was really did remind Puck of drinking too much.] Talking about fruit and office supplies? And floating. Then waking up here.

[The more he talked, the more slightly worried he looked. Puck tilted his head slightly.] What actually happened?

You were babbling, and trying to do any silly thing that came into your head. I'm sure in your sleep-deprived state it all made sense and seemed a good idea.

[Loki reached up and stroked part of Puck's hair.]

I intercepted you talking with Chise. Threw you over my shoulder, took your device, and put you to bed. And wrapped myself around you to ensure you stayed put. Thankfully, I didn't need to send you to sleep with magic as you were out soon enough.

[Puck leaned into Loki's hand slightly.] That explains things. I usually don't get tired enough to babble, but with how all of my magic has been acting up I'm glad that's all that happened.

[He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.] So floating was my being carried. If I was babbling about things, then.. [He nodded.] I'm actually surprised I wasn't out before then. [Puck thought back and then shook his head.] Why am I remembering you speaking but it not making sense?

Edited (taking that "the" out. language pls.) 2025-04-04 04:34 (UTC)

Because I did mention you hadn't been sleeping well. You protested that you've been trying but it was the magic making it all weird. Given you'd been actively talking with Chise by means of the Oracles, I was explaining to her why the sudden interruption.

[Loki's finally going to move from laying down, only to move both hands to Puck's face and hair. Just smoothing along his lover's cheek, and fingers winding in his hair in affection.]

She seemed relieved you were being looked after. Before that, I believe you both were talking about cooking and food.

[Puck smiles at Loki for a second and then gives a small huff.] I should let her know I'm feeling better but that can happen later. [Still though, his cheeks are a little flushed. As Loki's fingers wind in his hair Puck nods.] It is the magic, but things feel like they're starting to calm back down compared to earlier.

[Puck reaches up with one of his hands and rests it near Loki's hairline before he starts to mirror Loki, trailing his own hands through the others' hair.]

I'm glad things are calming on that front. I love chaos as much as the next Trickster, but it does vex me when it doesn't work the way I want something to when it's important.

[Leaning forward so that he was forehead-to-forehead with his lover, Loki closed his eyes in contentment.]

Chise knows you're in good hands with me. Just as she knows I'm in good hands with you, Puck.

Oh, that's more patience than I have! I've gotten vexed about magic for less.

[Puck smiled as Loki closed his eyes and kept playing with the other's hair.]

Then I won't let her know, because that would be redundant. But of course we're in good hands with each other. [Puck shifted his weight slightly. So all of the disconnected thoughts made enough sense. His shoulders relaxed.] Good. Things are explained and I don't feel like an idiot.

[This was part of what Loki wanted, and enjoyed, most. Just being close. Content, as he so rarely rarely was. Yet with Puck, Loki didn't feel like he wasn't enough. Didn't feel like he didn't measure up. Knew he was wanted, and valued, for who he was.

He hoped Puck felt all of that in turn from Loki. Fingers continued to brush through white strands, then one hand moved to stroke Puck's cheek.]

You're far from an idiot. Just a bit sleep deprived, my Robin. Anyone who'd call you or think you an idiot--you let me know. They will regret it.

[Puck did feel it which besides the love he had for Loki, made Puck want to spend time with him. He knew and didn't doubt that Loki accepted him. He sighed softly as Loki's hand stroked his cheek, and adjusted his own hands to keep playing in Loki's hair.]

It felt like I was drunk, if anything. But you're right, I'm not an idiot. And spending time with loved ones is very light compared to other things I've heard beings do when tired. There was an article about a chef who cooked a complete breakfast and then woke up in the middle of eating it. Can you imagine?

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