#sleepy ficlets here we gooooo

[lokidanger]

Everytime around December to January, ever since Loki had suggested it, they've both had their little escapades. After all, it had been enough of hearing Val ramble about his hometown and how nice the beach was that he wanted to see it with him.

He wanted to play this small pretend game where Val would show him these parts of the small town as if it was something new and innovative to Loki, even though he was already aware of those streets. But it was still interesting, as he'd hear some new information he'd never heard before.

“Here I saw the ugliest crab alive”

“Here I tripped and everybody saw it”

“Here I would hide from time to time”

Small little details that were just so unimportant to the grand scheme of things, but it would just bring so much joy to him nonetheless. They would always stop to see everything once again, sometimes someone would recognise Val, talking about how much he'd grown and things like those. Things Loki never paid much attention, but always noticed the vague falter in the smile as some questions were asked.

He never asked, never wanted to pry into things that he wasn't privy to.

One thing the sorcerer always seemed to enjoy though, it was walking through that same street market. See the handmade trinkets, and get the same things on his hair. Those braids with conch shells in them. Loki always thought they fit him, he could probably wear them all throughout his head and he'd look amazing in them, but Val always insisted that doing so would be a "terrible decision". Something something if I turn my head real fast I'd hit myself in the face with them something something. Excuses. When did anyone care about pain over beauty?

Val did... But well, it wasn't a big issue. He could still mess with some of his curls, lightly pull on them so they bounce back.

“You are not very bright.”

Said the God as he continued playing with curls that were not his. He was only met with a curious pout.

“How so?.”

“You could have one single braid with conch shells and the rest be normal braids.”

“But then you wouldn't be playing with my hair like that.”

The answer had come out naturally, a quicker response with lack of thinking of how it had sounded, seeming to have not intended this. As it was obvious by the way he pursed his lips and looked away, trying to avoid the subject now by trying to give another reason as to why he wouldn't change his hairstyle.

The God's green eyes were just focused on his face, surprised, pleasantly surprised at the way he behaved.

The back of his hand raised to the human's cheekbone, and he ever so gently brushed against the skin, feeling the extra bit of warmth on that dark complexion that only got slightly darker.

“I'd still play with it”

“... Good to know”