[The water's barely had time to run hot, and Thor's already stepping out of it. He's cleaned and smelling mildly of soap, feeling awake and alert enough to move, but wanting none of it. It's early still for sleep, but it's been a very long, very complicated day, and the idea is tempting.]
[He pads from the show spray with wet steps before pausing, naked and dripping wet, and untroubled by the state of himself. And there is Loki, who spoke, peering at himself in the mirror, appearing small against the sheet he's wrapped in, pale against the dark color of rising bruises. He is a mess, as he's said. And Thor is satisfied by it, as he'd said before.]
[He comes to stand behind Loki, and see what he sees in the mirror.] Made you mine. [He corrects, and touches with a large hand the spots of red and purple across Loki's neck, before cupping his jaw, and pulling his face away from the slowly fogging mirror and up, so that Thor might lean down and kiss him again: warm and welcoming, and deep.]
[Then after a pause to smile smugly, he takes Loki's neck at the scruff, and pushes him gently in the direction of the shower spray.] In.
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[He pads from the show spray with wet steps before pausing, naked and dripping wet, and untroubled by the state of himself. And there is Loki, who spoke, peering at himself in the mirror, appearing small against the sheet he's wrapped in, pale against the dark color of rising bruises. He is a mess, as he's said. And Thor is satisfied by it, as he'd said before.]
[He comes to stand behind Loki, and see what he sees in the mirror.] Made you mine. [He corrects, and touches with a large hand the spots of red and purple across Loki's neck, before cupping his jaw, and pulling his face away from the slowly fogging mirror and up, so that Thor might lean down and kiss him again: warm and welcoming, and deep.]
[Then after a pause to smile smugly, he takes Loki's neck at the scruff, and pushes him gently in the direction of the shower spray.] In.