Dorian and Loki
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ax_mainDorian seduces Loki in the library. Loki doesn't expect flirting to actually work this well.
There was one corner of the library with a very nice window where Loki often liked to curl up and nap. Instead of stretching across the sill in the sunlight he pulled a chair over instead and kicked his feet up. Loki had a thermos of tea and a stack of graphic novels next to him. He slowly worked his way through the pile.
At his previous boarding schools, the library had been something of a safe haven for Dorian. Far from prying eyes, wagging tongues, and snooping ears, he could just be and there were so few places in the world where you could do that.
Dorian rounded a row of shelves with his arms full of books, only to find his favorite reading spot already occupied. He recognized the thief immediately. One didn’t need to be the scion of a great political family to recognize a prince of Asgard.
“I see we had similar ideas,” Dorian said, wiggling his pinky to indicate the thermos dangling from it.
Loki leaned back, looking up at Dorian. He intentionally hadn’t introduced himself in person since Dorian’s arrival. Dorian was exceedingly pretty, and Loki didn’t want to look in any way impressed or desperate. Seeing the other boy here with a large stack of books and the clear intention for a library camp out.... He ditched the intent to play coy.
“There’s enough room for two chairs,” he offered.
Dorian considered the offer. He’d come here to be alone, but, hell, why not? “There is, isn’t there?” He set his books and his thermos down on the floor, then dragged one of the nearby chairs over, angling it so, like Loki, he’d be able to put his feet up should the mood strike.
“Lovely view,” Dorian commented as he sat down in the chair. “I can see why you picked it.” He picked up his thermos and unscrewed the top to pour himself a cup of tea. Steam rose from the cover and, with it, the faintly citrusy smell of Earl Grey.
Loki snuggled back down with his book, glancing at Dorian over the cover. “It is a rather nice view. Warm and cozy in winter.”
The corner of Dorian’s mouth turned up in a smirk. “It looks it.” He took a drink of tea, then leaned over to pick up the book off the top of his pile.
Loki smiled and glanced down at the graphic novel. If Dorian was open to reading in companionable silence, Loki was a little bit doomed.
Dorian propped his feet up, and settled back comfortably into his chair. He glanced at the title of the book he’d picked, The Alchemist’s Touch, then opened it. Sipping from his cup, he started to read.
Loki stayed quiet for the length of the first graphic novel. When he finished he slid the book shut and placed it next to his pile. Loki stretched and reached to sip some tea. He glanced over toward Dorian.
After a minute of pretending he didn’t know Loki was watching him, Dorian looked up from his book, arching an eyebrow. “See something interesting?”
Loki nodded toward his book. "I feel like I've heard of that one, but I've never read it. How is it?"
Marking his place with a finger, Dorian closed the book over. “Good so far. Queerer than Rowling ever tried to pretend Harry Potter was.”
Loki scoffed. “She never even tried. Writing an online encyclopedia on how some of your characters could maybe be gay is not the same as writing a queer book. I’ll take that as a good recc.”
“What were you reading?” Dorian asked with a nod toward the comic book Loki had put down.
Loki turned the cover. “The Wicked + Divine. Because I enjoy self reflection sometimes.”
“I’ve never heard of it,” Dorian easily admitted. He topped off his cup of tea, then took a sip. “What’s it about?”
Loki smiled and stretched languidly. “The reincarnation of gods, revelry, and destruction. As you do.”
Dorian’s eyes followed Loki as he stretched. “And that’s self-reflection?” he asked in amusement. “How humble of you.”
“Oh yes, I am the most humble,” Loki said with a snort.
“Overrated, isn’t it?” Dorian replied.
Loki smiled and waved his hand. “I am happy to play pretend around many things, but my value isn't one of them." There was showmanship in his languid gesture, but also an edge behind his words were anyone to listen carefully.
The conversation had captured enough of Dorian’s attention that he set his book aside, and reclined with a lazy grace in his chair, feet still propped up on the sill. “Never undersell yourself,” he agreed, then put a hand to his chest. “I myself completely ignore the thin line between confidence and arrogance. Lines are meant to be crossed.”
Loki eyed him intently. "We're going to be terrible together, aren't we?"
“We certainly could be,” Dorian flirted suggestively with a smirk.
“It’s very unfair that you have good taste in books.” Loki pouted. “I can disregard the fact that you’re pretty, but the well read thing is very difficult to ignore.”
Dorian looked amused. That was possibly the first time anyone had every said any of that to him, and he wasn’t sure if he should be flattered, offended, or both. His eyes rested briefly on Loki’s stack of books, then flicked over him. “I could say the same about you.”
Loki smiled wryly. “Well, I guess you’re welcome to fall helplessly for me then. If there was any undoing, at least books are to blame.”
“Or I might end up thanking them. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d gone on my knees to praise the virtue of a good book.” There was a wickedly playful warmth in Dorian’s eyes.
Loki shifted in his seat. “Goodness, I think I’ve been reading books incorrectly.”
The absolute PG-ness of that in juxtaposition to what they were talking about made Dorian chuckle. “An accomplished reader like you? I doubt it. But, just to be sure, I could show you?” He watched Loki, trying to read him as he let the offer hang there.
Loki glanced over his shoulder, verifying that there was in fact no one standing nearby them. It didn't feel that way, but there were plenty of null people around that he couldn't sense. "Here?"
“Or the reference section?” There was a back corner there that was quiet, dark, and rarely visited.
Loki considered offering to throw up an invisible barrier so that they didn't have to leave this patch of sun, but he wasn't secure in his ability to hold up the illusion under certain circumstances. "Uh--Sure. I'm sure no one has a research project right this moment."
Dorian put the cover back on his thermos, and set it down on the floor beside his books. He stood in a fluid, graceful motion, and tilted his head in the direction of the reference section. “Shall we?” He offered Loki a hand.
Loki managed not to let the sense of what the fuck spill through his emotions. He also managed not to blush as he took Dorian's hand. He followed Dorian as if this was a casual occurrence that happened every day, no big deal.
This wasn’t Dorian’s first time using a library for extracurricular activities, but his last study partner hadn’t been as half as pretty or nearly as well read. Hand in Loki’s, his pulse picking up with the thrill of anticipation, he weaved though the aisles.
When they reached the tucked away corner in the reference section, Dorian backed Loki up against a bookshelf, his hands coming to a rest on his lips, thumbs slipping under his shirt to run along bare skin. “If you want me to stop or slow down, just say the word.”
Loki's lips parted, but he was momentarily at a loss for words. Dorian clearly knew what he was about. The fact that he could say something that conscientious, and there was no stammering or fumbling. Loki was greatly out of his depth. Mind you, he wasn't going to admit that. "I want you to start," he said instead, tipping his head up in invitation.
Dorian chuckled lowly. “Yes, sir.”
Taking the tip of Loki’s head as an indication as much as it was an invitation, Dorian pressed his mouth to Loki’s neck. As he trailed soft kisses, his fingers hooked over the band of Loki’s jeans, tugging him in, then slipped up and under his shirt to caress over the flat of his stomach.
Oh gods, they were going to leap past making out straight to Dorian’s offered demonstration. Wow, wow, wow. Loki slid a hand into Dorian's hair. He tucked his head to nuzzle against him.
No matter how secluded this section of the library was, Loki could think of several people known for wandering where they weren’t supposed to. He sent up a silent prayer that Jester wasn’t stashing pamphlets today.
The brush of Loki’s nose against his neck left Dorian’s skin prickling with warmth, and his long fingers sliding through his hair made desire tighten low in his stomach. He hummed softly, appreciatively, and he tilted his head to fix his mouth over the spot where Loki’s neck met his collarbone.
Dorian’s hands traveled up further, rucking Loki’s shirt up to his ribs in the process. His fingers brushed teasingly over a nipple.
If Loki incinerated before this was over he wouldn’t be surprised.
***
He didn’t incinerate. And no one found them. And Loki narrowly managed not to break the sacred quiet of the library by biting the side of his hand. The marks were fading as he slumped against the bookshelf and shakily tucked his clothing back into order.
Somehow he found the wherewithal to say, “I will keep this in mind for future book worship.”
Dorian go up from his knees, and helped Loki finish getting put back together. It was a shame, really; He wore disheveled really well. “I’ll be happy to remind you should you ever need a refresher,” he told him with a look that promised all sorts of dark deeds done in dark places.
Loki reached out and touched Dorian's cheek. It was less of an intimate gesture, and more reassuring himself that Dorian was real. "Where on earth did you come from?" Loki asked in hush bafflement.
Dorian chuckled. While he wouldn’t disagree that he was good, he was beginning to suspect Loki was less experienced than he originally let on. “Telling would ruin the mystery.”
Echoing Loki’s touch, Dorian smiled again, then guided him in for a slow kiss.
Loki didn’t need to play cool at this point. Dorian met him for the first time and already managed to tick off the box of one of Loki’s longterm fantasy— sexual acts surrounded by books. It was an interesting way to start a potential friendship. Loki kissed him back. If Dorian didn’t press for it now, he would absolutely return this favor in the future.
It was some time before the kiss ended, Dorian more than glad to make-out for a little while. When it did, he closed it off with a final, chaste kiss, then tucked hair behind Loki’s ear. That had been lovely. He was so glad he’d followed the impulse to visit the library today.
“Your tea is getting cold,” Dorian informed Loki.
“Yeah. Well. Maybe I should go refresh it.” He smiled wryly at Dorian.
The corner of Dorian’s mouth turned up. “Maybe.”
"I think I'll just do that... if you would like to continue reading sometime I'm without a roommate and there's plenty of space for books." Loki stepped back toward their belongings.
Dorian began to follow, arching an eyebrow. “Just books?”
Loki gave him an even look. “Books is a euphemism.”
With a chuckle of amusement, Dorian brushed past Loki. “Loki, I would love to read with you again sometime. Long hours of study are good for the soul.”
Hours. Right. Loki scooped up his stuff. "Sounds like a plan."
There was one corner of the library with a very nice window where Loki often liked to curl up and nap. Instead of stretching across the sill in the sunlight he pulled a chair over instead and kicked his feet up. Loki had a thermos of tea and a stack of graphic novels next to him. He slowly worked his way through the pile.
At his previous boarding schools, the library had been something of a safe haven for Dorian. Far from prying eyes, wagging tongues, and snooping ears, he could just be and there were so few places in the world where you could do that.
Dorian rounded a row of shelves with his arms full of books, only to find his favorite reading spot already occupied. He recognized the thief immediately. One didn’t need to be the scion of a great political family to recognize a prince of Asgard.
“I see we had similar ideas,” Dorian said, wiggling his pinky to indicate the thermos dangling from it.
Loki leaned back, looking up at Dorian. He intentionally hadn’t introduced himself in person since Dorian’s arrival. Dorian was exceedingly pretty, and Loki didn’t want to look in any way impressed or desperate. Seeing the other boy here with a large stack of books and the clear intention for a library camp out.... He ditched the intent to play coy.
“There’s enough room for two chairs,” he offered.
Dorian considered the offer. He’d come here to be alone, but, hell, why not? “There is, isn’t there?” He set his books and his thermos down on the floor, then dragged one of the nearby chairs over, angling it so, like Loki, he’d be able to put his feet up should the mood strike.
“Lovely view,” Dorian commented as he sat down in the chair. “I can see why you picked it.” He picked up his thermos and unscrewed the top to pour himself a cup of tea. Steam rose from the cover and, with it, the faintly citrusy smell of Earl Grey.
Loki snuggled back down with his book, glancing at Dorian over the cover. “It is a rather nice view. Warm and cozy in winter.”
The corner of Dorian’s mouth turned up in a smirk. “It looks it.” He took a drink of tea, then leaned over to pick up the book off the top of his pile.
Loki smiled and glanced down at the graphic novel. If Dorian was open to reading in companionable silence, Loki was a little bit doomed.
Dorian propped his feet up, and settled back comfortably into his chair. He glanced at the title of the book he’d picked, The Alchemist’s Touch, then opened it. Sipping from his cup, he started to read.
Loki stayed quiet for the length of the first graphic novel. When he finished he slid the book shut and placed it next to his pile. Loki stretched and reached to sip some tea. He glanced over toward Dorian.
After a minute of pretending he didn’t know Loki was watching him, Dorian looked up from his book, arching an eyebrow. “See something interesting?”
Loki nodded toward his book. "I feel like I've heard of that one, but I've never read it. How is it?"
Marking his place with a finger, Dorian closed the book over. “Good so far. Queerer than Rowling ever tried to pretend Harry Potter was.”
Loki scoffed. “She never even tried. Writing an online encyclopedia on how some of your characters could maybe be gay is not the same as writing a queer book. I’ll take that as a good recc.”
“What were you reading?” Dorian asked with a nod toward the comic book Loki had put down.
Loki turned the cover. “The Wicked + Divine. Because I enjoy self reflection sometimes.”
“I’ve never heard of it,” Dorian easily admitted. He topped off his cup of tea, then took a sip. “What’s it about?”
Loki smiled and stretched languidly. “The reincarnation of gods, revelry, and destruction. As you do.”
Dorian’s eyes followed Loki as he stretched. “And that’s self-reflection?” he asked in amusement. “How humble of you.”
“Oh yes, I am the most humble,” Loki said with a snort.
“Overrated, isn’t it?” Dorian replied.
Loki smiled and waved his hand. “I am happy to play pretend around many things, but my value isn't one of them." There was showmanship in his languid gesture, but also an edge behind his words were anyone to listen carefully.
The conversation had captured enough of Dorian’s attention that he set his book aside, and reclined with a lazy grace in his chair, feet still propped up on the sill. “Never undersell yourself,” he agreed, then put a hand to his chest. “I myself completely ignore the thin line between confidence and arrogance. Lines are meant to be crossed.”
Loki eyed him intently. "We're going to be terrible together, aren't we?"
“We certainly could be,” Dorian flirted suggestively with a smirk.
“It’s very unfair that you have good taste in books.” Loki pouted. “I can disregard the fact that you’re pretty, but the well read thing is very difficult to ignore.”
Dorian looked amused. That was possibly the first time anyone had every said any of that to him, and he wasn’t sure if he should be flattered, offended, or both. His eyes rested briefly on Loki’s stack of books, then flicked over him. “I could say the same about you.”
Loki smiled wryly. “Well, I guess you’re welcome to fall helplessly for me then. If there was any undoing, at least books are to blame.”
“Or I might end up thanking them. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d gone on my knees to praise the virtue of a good book.” There was a wickedly playful warmth in Dorian’s eyes.
Loki shifted in his seat. “Goodness, I think I’ve been reading books incorrectly.”
The absolute PG-ness of that in juxtaposition to what they were talking about made Dorian chuckle. “An accomplished reader like you? I doubt it. But, just to be sure, I could show you?” He watched Loki, trying to read him as he let the offer hang there.
Loki glanced over his shoulder, verifying that there was in fact no one standing nearby them. It didn't feel that way, but there were plenty of null people around that he couldn't sense. "Here?"
“Or the reference section?” There was a back corner there that was quiet, dark, and rarely visited.
Loki considered offering to throw up an invisible barrier so that they didn't have to leave this patch of sun, but he wasn't secure in his ability to hold up the illusion under certain circumstances. "Uh--Sure. I'm sure no one has a research project right this moment."
Dorian put the cover back on his thermos, and set it down on the floor beside his books. He stood in a fluid, graceful motion, and tilted his head in the direction of the reference section. “Shall we?” He offered Loki a hand.
Loki managed not to let the sense of what the fuck spill through his emotions. He also managed not to blush as he took Dorian's hand. He followed Dorian as if this was a casual occurrence that happened every day, no big deal.
This wasn’t Dorian’s first time using a library for extracurricular activities, but his last study partner hadn’t been as half as pretty or nearly as well read. Hand in Loki’s, his pulse picking up with the thrill of anticipation, he weaved though the aisles.
When they reached the tucked away corner in the reference section, Dorian backed Loki up against a bookshelf, his hands coming to a rest on his lips, thumbs slipping under his shirt to run along bare skin. “If you want me to stop or slow down, just say the word.”
Loki's lips parted, but he was momentarily at a loss for words. Dorian clearly knew what he was about. The fact that he could say something that conscientious, and there was no stammering or fumbling. Loki was greatly out of his depth. Mind you, he wasn't going to admit that. "I want you to start," he said instead, tipping his head up in invitation.
Dorian chuckled lowly. “Yes, sir.”
Taking the tip of Loki’s head as an indication as much as it was an invitation, Dorian pressed his mouth to Loki’s neck. As he trailed soft kisses, his fingers hooked over the band of Loki’s jeans, tugging him in, then slipped up and under his shirt to caress over the flat of his stomach.
Oh gods, they were going to leap past making out straight to Dorian’s offered demonstration. Wow, wow, wow. Loki slid a hand into Dorian's hair. He tucked his head to nuzzle against him.
No matter how secluded this section of the library was, Loki could think of several people known for wandering where they weren’t supposed to. He sent up a silent prayer that Jester wasn’t stashing pamphlets today.
The brush of Loki’s nose against his neck left Dorian’s skin prickling with warmth, and his long fingers sliding through his hair made desire tighten low in his stomach. He hummed softly, appreciatively, and he tilted his head to fix his mouth over the spot where Loki’s neck met his collarbone.
Dorian’s hands traveled up further, rucking Loki’s shirt up to his ribs in the process. His fingers brushed teasingly over a nipple.
If Loki incinerated before this was over he wouldn’t be surprised.
***
He didn’t incinerate. And no one found them. And Loki narrowly managed not to break the sacred quiet of the library by biting the side of his hand. The marks were fading as he slumped against the bookshelf and shakily tucked his clothing back into order.
Somehow he found the wherewithal to say, “I will keep this in mind for future book worship.”
Dorian go up from his knees, and helped Loki finish getting put back together. It was a shame, really; He wore disheveled really well. “I’ll be happy to remind you should you ever need a refresher,” he told him with a look that promised all sorts of dark deeds done in dark places.
Loki reached out and touched Dorian's cheek. It was less of an intimate gesture, and more reassuring himself that Dorian was real. "Where on earth did you come from?" Loki asked in hush bafflement.
Dorian chuckled. While he wouldn’t disagree that he was good, he was beginning to suspect Loki was less experienced than he originally let on. “Telling would ruin the mystery.”
Echoing Loki’s touch, Dorian smiled again, then guided him in for a slow kiss.
Loki didn’t need to play cool at this point. Dorian met him for the first time and already managed to tick off the box of one of Loki’s longterm fantasy— sexual acts surrounded by books. It was an interesting way to start a potential friendship. Loki kissed him back. If Dorian didn’t press for it now, he would absolutely return this favor in the future.
It was some time before the kiss ended, Dorian more than glad to make-out for a little while. When it did, he closed it off with a final, chaste kiss, then tucked hair behind Loki’s ear. That had been lovely. He was so glad he’d followed the impulse to visit the library today.
“Your tea is getting cold,” Dorian informed Loki.
“Yeah. Well. Maybe I should go refresh it.” He smiled wryly at Dorian.
The corner of Dorian’s mouth turned up. “Maybe.”
"I think I'll just do that... if you would like to continue reading sometime I'm without a roommate and there's plenty of space for books." Loki stepped back toward their belongings.
Dorian began to follow, arching an eyebrow. “Just books?”
Loki gave him an even look. “Books is a euphemism.”
With a chuckle of amusement, Dorian brushed past Loki. “Loki, I would love to read with you again sometime. Long hours of study are good for the soul.”
Hours. Right. Loki scooped up his stuff. "Sounds like a plan."
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Date: 2019-04-15 11:22 am (UTC)This was so good! <3