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If you're still taking drabbles, and if no one has asked for it. 11 for Corqi?

[Corqi drabbles written from this list of prompts.]

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First off, I’m so SORRY that it took this long, my dearest anon! Second, I’m sorry if you wanted a short drabble. This turned into a 1606 words little fic, haha. I just- couldn’t help it! I like descriptive writing, so there it goes.Third, I hope you like sappy self-indulgent fluff. This could go any way, in any genre, but I chose the most cliché and cheesy one because I wanted to, this was the last prompt I got and I thought it’d be cute, and our sweet angri boi deserves some praise.

Tbh I’m not 100% happy with it, but that’s because I’m not good at making short stories. Sorry! Still, hoping you enjoy, dear anon, and thanks lots for dropping in such a pretty prompt!

Adding a read more at some point.

“Wow, youlook…amazing.”

Loqi’sheart skipped a beat at the sound of that voice; he subtly flinched and gaspedin his place, not prepared to have been seen this soon. Still, his heart spedup to the pace of a scared rabbit and a smile grew on his face, cheeks blushedfrom the excitement. There was nothing that he wanted more than to turn aroundand go hug the owner of that voice. But he, gods know why, did notwant to show too much excitement, let the man know how eager he was for this.So, instead of that, he controlled his smile and tried to pretend his heart wasnot madly beating against his ribcage, and, trying to act as calmly aspossible, he turned around, not forgetting to do it with grace enough for thehalf-cloak he was wearing to do a charming, ethereal fly and fall movementaround his shoulders.

He couldnot help another wide smile and the speed of his heart again when he came tosight.

Cor Leonis,the Lucian Marshal, stood nearby the door, frozen, andlooking at him as if though he was in front of one of the Astrals’ divinemessengers, or in front of an Astral themselves. For a moment, Loqi forgot howto breathe and wanted to praise the Marshal back and instead; Cor looked phenomenal, dressedin the most elegant royal military suit Loqi had ever seen in his life; in theclassic Lucian colors, a fit jacket with all of Cor’s medals on a side of thechest, simple but elegant epaulettes, and a golden and black belt to the waist,on top of the jacket. He was even wearing a ceremonial emblematic sword,sheathed in its proper place.

But, oncemore, Loqi did not want to show what he was thinking. Cor had said somethingand was looking at him like he was a deity, and, before really letting Cor knowhis own thoughts and desires and excitement, he first wanted to take it to hisvantage. There was no way Loqi would admit it, but the praise, Cor’s praise forhim, it ruined him beautifully.

Focusingfirst in himself, weak by the way Cor was staring at him, Loqi moved slightlyin his place, distractedly, to show off his own clothing; the vest, the littlechains that crossed a side of his chest, the jacket witha long tail and loose sleeves, tied to his wrists, beautiful boots andloose-enough but fit pants. All of it, compared to Cor’s military outfit, madehim feel a little out of place, but in a pretty way. He almost felt like afantasy prince. It did not help that he kept enjoying of the half-cloak aroundhis shoulders, decorated with beautiful golden patterns and his own muchsimpler epaulettes. He was even given an ear piece with the shape of a dragon,for his Niflheimian origins.

“Youthink?” Loqi asked slyly, pretending innocence.

But Cor didnot reply. He did not even move. He stood in the same place, frozen, mouthopen, and eyes gleaming with shock. Loqi smiled yet again, looking away for amoment. Whenever he looked back at Cor, the Marshal was still staring at himlike he was literally unable to move. The way he looked at Loqi, it wasunbearable in a wonderful way. Loqi immediately blushed and looked away if helooked at Cor’s eyes, not because it was too intense but because it wastoo…pure. Cor was not pretending all this just to be romantic; he was honestlydumbstruck. Cor looked at him with such a sincere shock that all that Loqicould think of was a mortal looking up at their god for the first time.

A bitoverwhelmed, Loqi stared away, smiling, trying to control his burning cheeks.When he looked back and found Cor still looking up and down on him with thesame dumbstruck face, the Niflheimian could not help a low laugh, and hestopped caring about the praise.

“Somepeople may consider so much staring as rude, you know that, Leonis?” the blondasked as he walked over to the older man, still smiling. 

Cor stilldid not reply. He continued staring in absolute silence, still unable to shutthe mouth. He did take in a breath that sounded as if though he had forgottenhe had to breathe and, seeing the real shock in his eyes, Loqi did not doubtthat had been the case. Moved and not believing the Marshal could react likethis, the Niflheimian laughed lowly and moved even closer, and rested the handson Cor’s broad chest.

“Cor” Loqimurmured, smiling, “say something.”

“…I’msorry, I just…” Cor managed to whisper back, head lowered now that the youngerman was standing so close, so he could continue staring. Loqi waited for him tocontinue, but Cor didn’t say anything else; he merely tried, lips movedwordlessly, and he then smiled with an almost apologetic look in his face,shrugging slightly. By response, Loqi smiled widely and chuckled. Cor smiledback, but he continued staring, eyes analyzing, like he could not believe anyof what he was seeing.

The blondlet him; he stayed quiet as Cor’s eyes wandered all over his face, his hair,the ear piece, the neck and what he could see of clothing. Loqi smiled and didnot mind; he too liked to stare at Cor, and he thought that it would be nice tojust let him stare as he pleased. Loqi considered it as praise, and it did buttouch and raise his healthy ego, made him feel special. Made him feel loved. Made him feel…that Cor really did want this. If he wanted, he couldrub against Cor and purr as Thanks. Not anyone got the Marshal’s eyes on them like this, so full of…affection.

After somemore staring, Cor moved a hand up and used it to caress Loqi’s hair, as if tooafraid to touch his skin.

“…you lookstunning” Cor whispered. Loqi’s smile faded and his cheeks turned red; the waythe Marshal said it made it sound much more like a statement than a compliment.It was both heartwarming and overwhelming. Cor, in his words, was being asserious as in his actions, being a hopeless romantic without trying or meaningto be. “…you look…” Cor sighedquietly, eyes piercing not with intensity but with softness. He continuedstaring and staring, very subtly shaking the head.

Loqi, oncemore, waited in vain for Cor to finish his words. All that the Marshal did wasto offer him yet another apologetic smile. The Niflheimian did but laugh underhis breath, and the sound made Cor’s smile soften and grow. After a few moreseconds, keeping the hands on Cor’s chest, Loqi reached closer, head thrownback so he could look in the Lucian’s direction.

“Isn’t itbad luck to see your betrothed before the ceremony?” he whispered, with aplayful smile.

Cor’shands, almost on their own, moved up. Hesitatingly, like he still was not sureif he was allowed to touch Loqi, they tried to land on his waist. He touchedhim just enough to be felt, but Loqi could still feel Cor’s hesitation which,for once, was very sweet. After a few more seconds with the Marshal staring athim, Cor started subtly shaking the head. The movement became more clear aftera few seconds, and an arm finished sneaking around the blond’s waist, while theother let go, only to move the hand up and use it to gently grab Loqi’s chin.

“No. Notfor me, at least” Cor whispered, bringing the Nif even closer, until theirbodies were pressed together. “On the opposite. I’m prettycertain that it’s good luck when you find an angel…”

Loqi tookin a silent, subtle gasp, taken off-guard. He hated Leonis’ ability to do that.Cor was not the most explicit or affectionate of lovers, but when he wanted tosay something romantic, even as cheesy as he could get, there was no doubt hecould make Loqi’s heart flutter like the first time the Marshal ever laid hislips on his own…

The Nif didnot even think about arguing or giving one of his playful, teasing replies. Allhe knew in that moment was that the man in front of him was the first realowner of his heart, and he wanted him to be the last and only; that Cor lookedat him like a hopelessly devoted staring at their deity; that Cor hadbeautiful, incredibly expressive eyes, and that Loqi wanted to look at them,every morning and every night from that day on, just like they looked at him,not like they were everything in the world, but like there was nothing else init that he would rather look at.

Keeping hishands on the Marshal’s chest, and the Marshal hugging his waist and holding hischin, Loqi stood up on tiptoes and gently tilted the head slightly to a side,softly closed the eyes, and let Cor press a tender kiss to his mouth, somethingdelicate, barely a touch, chaste and sweet, but oh so dearly and heavily loaded of an affection and care that Loqi didn’t think possible until meeting him.

Loqi containeda sigh mid-kiss; he hated that Leonis could steal his heart withsuch simple things, like by wearing a stupid uniform, with such asweet little kiss, or even just by the way Cor looked at him, as if he truly thought him an angel.