[ There it was. Steve's casual assumption that Loki would be there, that Loki never means to hurt him. He moves to kiss him sharply, his teeth tugging on Steve's bottom lip as he murmurs his answer, cool with a sliver of unrepressed delight. His hands dig into Steve's shoulders, possessive and firm, like Steve cannot be close enough, it's not enough. ]
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Yes. I want to — with you.