PSL for mischiefandice

[iamaking]

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.

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here I am, finally!

[mischiefandice]

Loki didn't need to open his eyes to know who was nudging him gently, merely furrowing his eyebrows and humming, displeased. "The King is tired," he stated seriously, his regal tone rather undermined by how sleepy he actually sounded.

He curled closer to his twin despite Locke's efforts to wake him up, wrapping an arm around his waist and resting his cheek on his shoulder. Locke was soft and warm in the mornings, if he could just stop talking...

Loki's eyes blinked open at the mention of the play, reluctantly taking an interest in what his brother was saying. He grinned, slowly. "The tragedy of Loki Laufeyson. A masterpiece," he commented, his voice still a bit rough with sleep. He grinned wider when Locke pressed close, tangling their legs together and stroking down his chest. "Right now, brother?" he teased, feeling that there would be something Locke would want before breakfast.