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Oooo good choice!!

Thor hasn’t ceased his excited rambling since Loki returned to life—and though he’s just as overjoyed to be reunited with his brother, he’s growing tired of waiting for Thor to leave him an opening to speak.

With a soft huff, Loki pushes into Thor’s space in his quarters, slides a hand into his hair where his own hair is braided through gold and seals his mouth over Thor’s.

Thor exhales long and slow as he melts into Loki, large hands winding around Loki’s hips and holding him close as he hasn’t in centuries. It feels like coming home, here in Thor’s embrace and Loki pushes deeper, until they’re both breathless and panting against each other’s mouths.

“Good to know that still serves as an effective method to cease your prattling,” he murmurs, enjoying the way it makes his brother laugh and gaze at him with such deep affection it brings heat to his cheeks.

Thor lifts a brow and sinks to his knees, “Just one of many,” he murmurs as he reaches for Loki’s zipper. Loki smirks and winds his fingers through golden strands, watching through heavy lids as that gold crowned head bows in supplication.

There are many more kisses that follow, but Loki thinks he prefers the one pressed to his brow long after their passion has cooled and he’s drifting towards sleep. His kiss had been to quiet, this one is to press love into his skin alongside the fingerprints left behind by Thor’s grasping hands.

Loki hums in satisfaction—he’ll have to remember this method of quieting Thor for the future.