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Miracle on Luceti Street.

Who: Everybody! (Mostly.)
What: IT'S CHRISTMAS OR SOMETHING.
When: The 19th through the 25th. Feel free to backdate and forwarddate and everydate as you please.
Where: All over the village!
Summary: It's a wintertime jamboree. Go ice skating. Hand out gifts to those you love. (Or want to prank, as the case may be.) Deal with meddling, creepy elves. Kiss a lot of people. It'll be good. Except for the parts where it'll be awkward. But that's what we're here for, isn't it?
Rating: Anywhere from PG to R, I imagine. If you need to play out sexytimes, please either fade to black and take it elsewhere or CLEARLY mark the thread in the subject line. (The former is preferable, but not strictly necessary.)

This is your event catch-all log! Sorry it's a bit late in going up. All you really need to do is mention in your subject line what date(s) it is, so folks know if they're dealing with mistletoe or not. Feel free to set up multiple scenarios, of course. Also, as always, tag your characters!

Here is your event info, and feel free to continue asking questions there if necessary. Now go and make merry!

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Go on.

Neither of us wants this to happen. We're enemies. There is another way. There has to be.

Feel free to try. I'll wait.

You're the one with the magic.

[And it was unfortunately too high to reach to cut it down. He had the sinking feeling that it wouldn't do any good anyway.]

Very astute.

I already tried. Hence my heart-rending sigh of annoyance a bit ago.

[He hates this place. He hates the Malnosso.

Clint reaches up to rub his hand over his face. He can't quite believe this is happening.

He tried once again to walk away, with as little success as last time.]

My life took a very wrong turn somewhere.

Spare me. I'm the one that has to kiss a mortal.

Strangely not feeling any sympathy for your plight.

Do you ever feel like we're just pawns? Like some higher power is nudging us towards a ridiculous foregone conclusion, and the worst part is, they're doing it just because they think it's hilarious?

We've been taken from our native realms by force, experimented upon and tortured.

Of course I think that.

Good point. This shift though... this is just... [He rubs a hand over his face.]

We can't get out of this can we?

That would seem to be the case.

[He snorts.]

It is a sad reflection upon our circumstances here that all I can really think is, well, it could certainly be so much worse.

[He gives Loki a wry look.]

I suppose I should be glad I rank that highly in your esteem.

Could also be something more than a kiss.

We'd be stood here for a very long time if that was the case.

Not that long. I become bored easily.

Reassuring.

[He lets out a huff of breath.]

Fine. Let's get this done.

[Loki gives him a very wry look.] Brace yourself.

[He leans in, hands coming to Clint's face, and kisses him.]

I am so very braced.

[He can't help a small shudder when Loki's hand cup his face, holding him there while they kiss and it has to be said, if it were anyone else, this would probably count as a pretty A-grade kiss.

As it is, he absolutely does not let it linger a little longer than is probably strictly necessary to break this curse.

Anyone who says otherwise is a liar.]

[For his part, Loki makes it a very, very thorough kiss, though he lets the man go when he starts to squirm.]

Ah good. That seems to have worked.

[The kiss leaves him a little breathless, because that was a very very thorough kiss and... yeah. That was definitely a kiss.]

Right. That's good.

[Loki contemplates the situation for a moment, reading the man's body language like an open book. Then with great deliberation, he leans in and kisses Clint again, slow and hot and undeniably dominant.]

[He's just about to turn and walk away and forget that this had ever happened and maybe shoot a few things pretending that they were the Malnosso or Loki's face.

And then Loki is leaning in again, kissing him again, deep and hot and Clint fists his hands into Loki's shirt roughly, not entirely sure whether he's trying to pull him closer or strangle him.]

[From Loki's viewpoint, it's definitely not strangling; he's not in to that sort of thing. It's definitely the sort of gesture that requests more, and he's happy to obligue. One hand curls around Clint's jacket, dragging him closer, the other cradling the back of his head.

He knows it's just a matter of time, of course, but he'll enjoy this for every second he's able before sitting back and watching what chaotic ripples it might cause.]

[Clint makes a soft noise as he's pulled closer, bodies flush together and Loki's hand holding his head still, fingers in his short hair.

And it's that constraint that makes him pull away, breathing heavily and fighting down a flash of panic and instinct because someone that near his neck is never a good thing.

He stares up at Loki, hand still fisted in the god's shirt, and anger and embarrassment and heat warring in his expression.]

Edited 2012-12-28 22:36 (UTC)

[The heat is what Loki focuses on, liking the look of it. He has enough sense to move his hand away, dropping it with purpose to somewhere safer, the hem of Clint's jacket, fingers curling tightly there.

He moves to kiss him again, more slowly this time, but there's heat of his own there.]

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