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"You and your.... Your stupid science! That's what this is about, isn't it?" Fandral yelled, totally mad at the ravenette who stood before him. He had invited Loki to a park after six weeks.
He and Loki had been dating for the past five years, and ever since Loki had moved out of town before two months, for his higher studies in science, the blonde has been alone.
Their talking and texting time has reduced and Fandral couldn't help but think he had lost his love.
"I was busy with projects, Fan! They won't give you a degree if you keep looking at your phone," the younger male protested, trying not to ruin his weekend mood.
"Well guess what? Let's make it easier for the both of us, then!" Fandral voiced dramatically, drawing slight attention from around them.
Just then, Loki noticed the box Fandral had took in his hands from behind him. He forcefully pushed it into Loki's hands. "There. I've returned every single thing you gave me," Loki looked down at it, and noticed that he was right. "Now, take these, and let's end this fucked up relationship."
Loki was shocked. Fandral always used to say that Loki was precious and doesn't use curse words with or around him. Well, except for that one intimate time in Loki's room. (Gods, he was swearing and praising Loki at the same time)
He stared down at the box, unable to believe what was happening. He heard footsteps fading away, and got a sudden idea. "Fandral, wait!" He called out. "You've forgot something. Things, actually."
Fandral stopped, and he felt his eyes heat up. He expected Loki to apologise or to ask him to give him another chance, but of course! His stupid ass must've forgotten something.
When he got back after hiding his glassy eyes, he asked with a cold voice, "what is it?" He kept staring at the box until there was no response from the raven.
He looked up. "What?" He sounded annoyed. "What about the kisses I gave you all these years?" Loki raised his eyebrows.
Fandral blinked. Twice. Thrice. "Pardon?" Loki set away the box on a nearby bench. "A south Indian proverb says that it's best to return the money you borrow and the kisses you receive," he shifted his weight on his knees. "I don't have all day, you know."
Fandral looked like he was on the verge of breaking the nearby bench into two. "What if I don't return them?" He asked through gritted teeth. "I'll let Thor know that you took advantage of me when we were alone," the ravenette smirked.
Now, 'Thor' was a word that made Fandral afraid. "Do you expect me to keep track of kisses?" Fandral face palmed. "I do. Approximately 1360," Loki said as if it was a simple thing.
Fandral rolled his eyes. "Fine." He neared Loki, and tried to lean down to kiss him in an awkward way. "Yeah, I don't recall standing a mile away from you while-" Loki let out a gasp, blushing when Fandral grabbed and yanked him towards himself by the hips.
Damn, how long has it been since they've been so close?
"There's still some gap..." Loki mumbled, to which Fandral groaned, and make their bodies press onto each other's.
"Perfect! Now, do it with the feelings." The ravenette felt like he was teaching Fandral how to kiss. Fandral leaned his head in level with the younger one's, and gave him a soft peck on his lips. Loki smiled at the familiar feeling after two months. "One," he held up a finger after Fandral pulled away slightly.
After three kisses, Fandral grabbed Loki's hand, which he was counting on, and pulled it down. He caressed the back of Loki's head, tilting his own to deepen their osculation.
Only half a minute has passed, and Fandral felt like Loki, without uttering a single word, had spoken to his soul and practically convinced it. He pulled back for air, while smiling apolegetically. "I'm sorry, Lo," he said, tucking a strand of hair behind Loki's ear.
"I guess I'll need the 1357 kisses instead of apologies" Loki bit his lip, a blush decorationg his pale face. "my apartment?"
"I'd like that. I'd like that very much, babe," Fandral smiled slyly, hugging his boyfriend.