lucetilogs | 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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[He's actually rather surprised that Clint responds, but he'll keep pushing it to see how far it goes. He keeps the kiss hot and insistent, plying Clint's mouth with his tongue.]

[He kisses back, hungry and hot until it's too much, something harsh and bitter welling up inside him and he has to pull away, every muscle taut and tense. He's always been attracted to things that are bad for him, and this time is no different except it feels like another betrayal and even the unreality of Luceti can't dull that ache this time.

He's not Loki's anymore.]

Have to say, that beats a concussion for breaking a spell.

[And if his voice is rough and his lips swollen, he's hoping Loki might not mention it.]

I should hope so.

[Yes, this is as far as it will go today. He carefully releases the man, idly licking his lips as if to extract another taste.]

[And yet, he still feels like he's been kicked in the head and the gut.

He steps away as soon as Loki releases him, moving slowly, warily although not overtly hostile this time. He reaches up to touch his lips for a moment, wishing he could kill any reaction to the other man.]

I could do with fewer spells in my life.

You don't seem to have landed in the right place for that.

What can I say? My luck with these things sucks.

Perhaps you ought to make better things out of it, then. [Smile.] Make what use of your luck you can.

You give good advice when you're not trying to piss people off.

Oh, I give good advice those times as well. People are just hilariously less inclined to listen.

Really. [His tone is paper dry.]

Can't imagine why.

That is what makes it hilarious.

You would think that.

You would too. [Smirk. He knows Barton has no problem sitting back and being amused when people are idiots.]

[It's one of those small things, a reminder of how much Loki knows about him, no matter what Natasha says about not understanding him.

He nods his acquiesence.]

Yeah. Sometimes.

[Satisfied with that admission, Loki inclines his head slightly and turns to go.]

Miracle on Luceti Street.

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