PSL for mischiefandice

Locke shifted slowly, stretching himself on the large bed in their chambers. He smiled, as he awoke more, yawning before turning his head to look at his twin brother. He rolled closer to him, nudging him gently. "Brother, don't you think it time you awoke? Since you will be taking the throne today?" They took turns assuming the role of Odin, though Locke tended to prefer when Loki would do it. Loki had always been the one who wanted the throne more. Locke just wanted to be by his side.

Which they still had worked out as well. He shapeshifted into one of the court attendants who would personally see to the other's needs. No one needed to know otherwise. "That little play should be ready soon. Perhaps another week or two." He murmured, groaning quietly as he stretched more before slowly drawing his leg over the other's thigh, pressing as close as possible.

"We should call for breakfast." He murmured, letting his lips slowly brush over Loki's shoulder, fingers trailing down his chest and stomach.