I'll keep you my dirty little secret
Title: Road
Pairing:Loki/Naoya
Prompt: Numnums did it. B|
Rating:PG.
Words: 393
Warnings:FFFFFFFF.
A/N:NUMNUMS DID IT. >:O
Cain had no idea how the hell Loki managed it. It didn’t matter what time period, or what continent, or even what city he was in-he always, always managed to drag Cain out to the dingest, most out-of-the way bar he could find, get piss drunk, and usually end up leveling the place. Next time, he thought, he’d just leave the bastard among the ruins.
For now, though, it wasn’t so bad…they were flopped in the grass near a stream (Loki had finished throwing up and was telling stories-disjointed and nonsensical, but still stories) and Cain was staring at the stars, listening. Loki was going on and on and on about Angrboda-and these stories were beginning to get on the racy side. Still…Cain can see it on Loki’s face, a soft fondness, openness and it’s…surprising.
…He doesn’t look half-bad like that… The thought drifts across Cain’s mind to be banished immediately with a scowl, and he sits up abruptly, startling Loki.
“…You loved her, didn’t you?” Loki blinks, and tilts his head a little, staring at Cain.
“What, are you jealous?” Cain splutters, throwing a rock at the trickster.
“No, you asshole, just answer me!” It’s not jealousy. It’s simple curiosity…and, perhaps, envy. Loki never seems to have lost the ability to love, although he doesn’t appear to often. Cain cannot remember what it feels like to be in love anymore-he knows what he feels for his younger brother is to complex a mix of jealousy and tenderness and heartbreak and sorrow to ever really be called ‘love’ again.
He cannot put a name to anything he feels anymore, certainly not the strange thought in his head, the part of him that wants to know what Loki looks like when he talks about him, if he even does. But Loki smiles, stepping forward, and Cain feels a distinct urge to bolt.
No, no. He’d stopped loving because he couldn’t lose anyone again. He won’t make anyone else a target.
“Don’t give me that look. We’re going-we have work to do.” Loki whines something about how cold Cain is, but the man isn’t listening. He turns away, and heads down the road, even though he’s not quite paying attention to where the hell it leads anymore.
So long as he’s no longer at this standstill with his thoughts, it doesn’t matter.
/wrist
Pairing:Loki/Naoya
Prompt: Numnums did it. B|
Rating:PG.
Words: 393
Warnings:FFFFFFFF.
A/N:NUMNUMS DID IT. >:O
Cain had no idea how the hell Loki managed it. It didn’t matter what time period, or what continent, or even what city he was in-he always, always managed to drag Cain out to the dingest, most out-of-the way bar he could find, get piss drunk, and usually end up leveling the place. Next time, he thought, he’d just leave the bastard among the ruins.
For now, though, it wasn’t so bad…they were flopped in the grass near a stream (Loki had finished throwing up and was telling stories-disjointed and nonsensical, but still stories) and Cain was staring at the stars, listening. Loki was going on and on and on about Angrboda-and these stories were beginning to get on the racy side. Still…Cain can see it on Loki’s face, a soft fondness, openness and it’s…surprising.
…He doesn’t look half-bad like that… The thought drifts across Cain’s mind to be banished immediately with a scowl, and he sits up abruptly, startling Loki.
“…You loved her, didn’t you?” Loki blinks, and tilts his head a little, staring at Cain.
“What, are you jealous?” Cain splutters, throwing a rock at the trickster.
“No, you asshole, just answer me!” It’s not jealousy. It’s simple curiosity…and, perhaps, envy. Loki never seems to have lost the ability to love, although he doesn’t appear to often. Cain cannot remember what it feels like to be in love anymore-he knows what he feels for his younger brother is to complex a mix of jealousy and tenderness and heartbreak and sorrow to ever really be called ‘love’ again.
He cannot put a name to anything he feels anymore, certainly not the strange thought in his head, the part of him that wants to know what Loki looks like when he talks about him, if he even does. But Loki smiles, stepping forward, and Cain feels a distinct urge to bolt.
No, no. He’d stopped loving because he couldn’t lose anyone again. He won’t make anyone else a target.
“Don’t give me that look. We’re going-we have work to do.” Loki whines something about how cold Cain is, but the man isn’t listening. He turns away, and heads down the road, even though he’s not quite paying attention to where the hell it leads anymore.
So long as he’s no longer at this standstill with his thoughts, it doesn’t matter.
/wrist