Esteban's thoughts unravel. There's rain and water and it pounds in his ears and Esteban can barely hear anything beyond his own heartbeat.
His eyes are so pretty. They're so pretty, the colour so striking, beyond blue, sharp and warm and Esteban has got to shut his mouth now before he keeps on gaping like an idiot. The tip of his ears are burning.
He's never been this close to Loki-- at least not like this, and the crook of his smile is disarming and Esteban had never been one ready for a fight. He had to kick himself mentally to scramble for the edge of a thought and Loki huffs the hair out of his face and Esteban is doomed.
Swallows thickly and kicks himself again.
"Y-yeah." It comes out weaker than he intended at first-- too distracted by the way Loki's eyes crinkle at the corners-- but Esteban is recovering, will recover, because he can be smooth, he will be smooth and not just stumble over his own tongue. Hopefully.
There's a short huff, his thoughts bright and wordless and sunny and trickling like summer into his lungs and it takes him a minute before Esteban even knows that he is laughing, loud guffaws that climb to the sky as he cheers.
"Hah! Gotcha!!!" Esteban shouts his triumph, trying hard not to squirm from their position.
He's done something dumb, but excuse him, he is perfectly content to stay right here in Loki's arms, enjoy the contact as long as the Asguardian allows him.
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Oh no. Oh nononono-- that's not fair! That's beyond cheating and--and--
Esteban's thoughts unravel. There's rain and water and it pounds in his ears and Esteban can barely hear anything beyond his own heartbeat.
His eyes are so pretty. They're so pretty, the colour so striking, beyond blue, sharp and warm and Esteban has got to shut his mouth now before he keeps on gaping like an idiot. The tip of his ears are burning.
He's never been this close to Loki-- at least not like this, and the crook of his smile is disarming and Esteban had never been one ready for a fight. He had to kick himself mentally to scramble for the edge of a thought and Loki huffs the hair out of his face and Esteban is doomed.
Swallows thickly and kicks himself again.
"Y-yeah." It comes out weaker than he intended at first-- too distracted by the way Loki's eyes crinkle at the corners-- but Esteban is recovering, will recover, because he can be smooth, he will be smooth and not just stumble over his own tongue. Hopefully.
There's a short huff, his thoughts bright and wordless and sunny and trickling like summer into his lungs and it takes him a minute before Esteban even knows that he is laughing, loud guffaws that climb to the sky as he cheers.
"Hah! Gotcha!!!" Esteban shouts his triumph, trying hard not to squirm from their position.
He's done something dumb, but excuse him, he is perfectly content to stay right here in Loki's arms, enjoy the contact as long as the Asguardian allows him.