Cards and Cameras

My Award Ceremony With You

SFW. Romance. Suffocating fluff. Post awards ceremony, Luka has his own commendations to give to someone he loves.

During a formal dining event, a man in a grey tuxedo blows Loki kisses and periodically winks at him. Each one is like an hallucination, and each make his heart flutter.
As people mingle after the main ceremony, Loki is pulled behind a decorated wall to where few could see him. A flustered lightness overcame his chest when he realized it's the one who had been sending him wordless love letters throughout the evening. As he's more used to wearing baggy clothing, his breath escaped in spurts to the tightness of his blouse. Even among a hundred people, did he really lock eyes with only him as he accepted his award merely moments ago? No one else was that apparent to him? Thoughts rushed through his mind and halted at the same time. The man and the boy’s lines of sight were handcuffed to one another so much to the point where moving was out of the question.

A rarity in Loki quietly, yet openly, exposed itself to Luka. He may have been the first to see it in years, if not a millennia. A familiar stillness rested between them, as though it was their first time again in a past life.

Luka placed the tips of his fingers below Loki's, and gave him a smirk. Loki gulped and averted his eyes down to the tiled floors, pouting his lips.

"If you're going to tell me something, just say it already." The hostility was poorly masked under his shyness, and Luka couldn't help but snicker at his vulnerability. His own fingers had practically swallowed the boy's little hands, stirred into a tremble.
"How did I look up there? With the trophy and all?"

Loki pursed his lips open as if to say something. He quickly shook his head before inhaling, “You worked so hard these past few years. You deserved to be standing up there, mate."

Loki had more to say.

The journalist wrapped his hands around Loki's palms, almost to break his train of thought.
"I didn't climb up there alone, you know."
Loki snickered, "C'mon, mate. All those days making a fool of yourself in public finding the 'truth', and nights hunched over your computer to write some articles was all me? I'm all for giving credit where it's due but..." His icy eyes boomeranged from Luka back to where the wall was, "you did that all yourself. I was only a hand behind the scenes to help you out. I’m sure you would've been nominated without me."

Luka’s glare lingers on Loki longer than expected, just barely missing the mark of awkwardness. His mouth contorted against his cheek as he backed off from his partner.
"No need to get all humble, kid. But then again there’s no point in trying to convince a stubborn little dude. Should’ve known you’d be like this when you didn’t want to come on stage.” he sighed and shifted over.

Before Loki could protest the journalist, he could see Luka’s glasses snap back to him.
“I know, I know, I'll pay off calling you "kid". But I’ll tell you something you might want to hear, anyway.”
Once again, the man who naturally towers over him leaned into his personal space, never breaking eye contact. Loki’s chest clenches in on itself as the man in the gray tuxedo continues to move forward. His heart pulsates when Luka’s lips purse into his own. Even for a god who’s been alive for way longer, the sensation is...brand new. Paralyzingly new. And yet as instinct he closes his eyes and rests along the kiss.

He doesn’t want to leave from this feeling, like when a child doesn’t want to depart from their mother’s safety, but accepts it. Luka licks away the string of saliva strung out between them, and in an awe the boy watches.
“Thank you so much, Loki. I owe it to you.” A warm glow emits from the award winner’s face. He winks. The magician’s chest slowly rests from the tightness he’s been feeling all day. He reflects the smile back at him with a scoff.

“No worries, mate. You’ve already returned the favor.”