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"I'm here."
Loki looked up from the book they were reading, to find Pietro grinning at them from the door.
"I can see that," they smiled and put the book down. "We were supposed to meet half an hour ago. How on Earth can someone with super speed be late all the time?"
Pietro shrugged. "Time is a social construct, baby. Did you miss me?"
Loki shook their head lovingly. They still couldn't put their finger around why did they find the boy so irresistible.
"Should I have?" They asked with one eyebrow raised.
Instead of an answer, Pietro rushed over in the blink of an eye, plucked the book out of Loki's hand, and straddled their thighs, caging them in.
"What were you saying?" He said with a smirk, eyes glinting.
"That you are a menace, love."
Pietro took that as a win, and settled into Loki's lap with his face turned into the crook of their neck.
"Well I don't know about you, but I did miss you. I miss you all the time we are not together. It's starting to become an issue."
Loki's smile faded a bit at that. They did realize quite early on that Pietro tended to become co-dependent. And while they did enjoy the boy's company, Loki watched with increasing concern how Pietro slowly started to neglect everyone else in his life.
They really needed to talk about this sometime, but Loki needed to learn how to approach the subject.
"How was your day, baby?" Loki asked, wrapping their arms around Pietro.
"Long and dull. Why did I choose a finance major again?" Pietro groaned and snuggled closer to Loki. "I regret my life choices."
"I don't know. You wanted to spite your parents I guess? Show them you could do it. I have no clue. Come on, it can't be that bad."
Pietro lifted his head to make a face, then lay back dramatically. "But it is. I have no problem with numbers and math, they make sense somehow and I like their structure. But this whole business stuff? I don't wanna be a business bro. I hate the idea. And the teacher. And the world at this point."
Loki laughed. Pietro did have a dramatic flair.
"I'm sure it's not that bad. And if it is, you can always change your major. But I'm sure it will work out."
Pietro gave them a sharp look. "How dare you rain on my pity party with all this calm and collected logicalness? It ain't fair, you know."
Loki snickered and gently caressed Pietro's jaw. "I'm so sorry, dearest. What do you want me to say? I'm sorry your life is so filled with hardship, here, let me kiss it better?"
"Yeah, that's a good way to start. You haven't even kissed me once, today. I feel neglected."
"Well, we can't have that."
Loki tilted Pietro's face up and pressed an open-mouthed kiss on his lips, which was met with much enthusiasm on Pietro's part, returning it with fervor.
Pietro kissed like the wirlwind he was, passion and all consuming desire all at once. Loki had their own share of kisses back in Sweden, but nothing compared to the experince that was Pietro Lehnsherr-Xavier.
They sat there making out for quite some time before they eventually ran out of oxygen.
"Are you feeling better?" Loki asked as they parted for air.
"Getting there," Pietro leant back to steal another quick kiss. "Are you sure you are not secretly a mutant baby? Because I feel addicted to your lips lately."
Loki chuckled softly. "You are a sap."
"I thought I was a menace?"
"You are my sappy menace," Loki said before claiming Pietro's lips again.
They will have that talk with Pietro later. Much, much later.