[ oh. for a moment or two, he's not sure he can breathe, because good things happen so rarely to alex that he was sure this was going to backfire. instead, magnus is looking at him like he's struck between amazement and disbelief, and he-- he wants alex to kiss him again, and he's pretty sure they're now firmly in twilight zone territory.
before he can overthink it, though, he leans back in, nose briefly bumping magnus before he gets the angle right, catching his mouth again. he's more confident this time, fingers curling in the blond's hair.
alex has never been his mother, so poetry isn't his thing, and he'd never admit this, but magnus tastes like warmth and sunlight. his lips are a little chapped, firmer than he was expecting, and he still can't quite believe they're doing this. that he's doing this, when he'd told himself he wouldn't let something like this happen to him.
he pulls back at last with a quick second kiss to the space just below the other teen's lower lip, then simply sinks down to his haunches, then back into the grass. ] So I think that was basically like licking something to claim it, right? You're mine now, sorry, I don't make the rules.
[Magnus is absolutely sure he can't breathe, which is fine, since Alex is leaning in to share his breath, anyway. this is Magnus' second kiss in his entire life/death -- third, if they're counting that brush before -- and it's by far the best one. none of the others had his heart stopping quite so abruptly in his chest, just from Alex shifting and angling close, from the smell of him up close, smoke from the fire and their shared, fancy soap]
[the moment Alex slots their lips together, he feels an ache in his chest that's somewhat intolerable, because he's not his father, and never believed in sappy romantic crap, but the rightness he's slammed with in that moment is undeniable. kissing gently back at Alex's lips, he tastes magic and something dark and wonderfully addictive, like maybe he had hot chocolate earlier, and Magnus wants Alex to keep kissing him, maybe always? and wonders if that's going to be a problem. it seems like it's going to be a problem, frankly]
[Magnus is nervous, about touching Alex, about touching period, even with Alex's mouth sealed over his and a hand in his hair, steadying him from probably passing out in shock. it takes him a few long seconds, in turn, to work up the courage to rest his hand at the side of the other's neck. his palm lands so light and careful there, fingertips just brushing long green hair]
[the second kiss is -- stupidly charming, and it's this one he turns scarlet from, and when he laughs at what Alex has to say, it's clear and bright, summer-kissed; literally]
That -- [clears his throat, gone rough again] -- that, is such a weird way to ask somebody out? I mean, I'm not, like an expert.
[he's pretty sure that's what Alex is trying to say. not a hundred percent, though, and grey eyes are anxiously watching amber-and-brown, for a clue]
[ he can't believe he just did that. he can't believe this is happening. it doesn't feel entirely real, that magnus kissed him back, that he's blushing and laughing and not-- upset, not angry that alex is the way he is. he kissed him back, and he put his hand on his nape, and it was like electricity, feeling the rough pads of his fingers catching at his hair, stroking his skin.
he always touches alex like he's precious, and he should have known that it meant.. more. something else. (their rooms in valhalla are exactly alike, and that should have been their first hint.)
he scoots forward in the grass, and because he can, he tucks his folded legs in against magnus's, leaning forward and curling his hands atop the other teen's thighs. gods, this is so weird and new and right, and honestly kind of scary. ]
It's perfectly legitimate. [ yeah. yeah, he guesses he is asking him out. holy shit. ] Magnus Chase, you should definitely date me.
[what is scary is having the object of your deeply repressed affections confess their love, kiss your entire world open, and then proceed to plant their hands on your thighs and lean close enough to, he believes, smell your thoughts, while asking you out, all in the span of less than ten minutes. Magnus is -- feeling, a lot of things, and his heart is beating rabbit fast even before Alex flattens his palms against his legs. his breath stutters, and he looks down, shoulders curling up and in, as Alex leans forward; he's shy, overwhelmed by so much Alex in his immediate space, after so long of no one there, much less his obviously-obvious crush]
[Magnus is still looking down and away, nervously smoothing hair back behind his ear, as he tries to pick a single thought out of the chaos of his brain, which, now that Ragnarok isn't descending around him, has become alarmingly real and physical and full to the brim of Alex Fierro]
Um. I'd, um. [god, he's so dumb? why won't Alex back up a bit, so he can think straight?] -- You make a compelling kiss. Case. Oh, my gods, please back up just a second, so I can make words and say yeah, ok? -- Oh.
[he just did. an amazing, Casanova-start, certainly]
[ holy shit. magnus is fucking adorable, and he's allowed to think that now, he's allowed to really pay attention to that kind of thing. magnus likes him, magnus wants to date him, and it seems surreal to imagine, when magnus can literally have anyone he wants.
he finds he's grinning, heart feeling too big for his chest, and instead of backing off, he leans in further, kissing magnus again just because he can.
it's official, he guesses. he's turning into a sap, and he might be in love with magnus, and-- and now they're dating. ] You're ridiculous, but you're cute. [ he reaches up, gently pushing stray hair behind magnus's ear, then withdrawing to give them both some space. this is.. a lot. this is huge, for both of them, and neither of them are particularly touchy-feely most days. still, it feels good to want it, and to know that magnus doesn't mind. ]
[and between the kiss -- another kiss, gods -- and Alex's grin, and that gentle hand in his hair, Magnus does look ridiculous, because he's completely and utterly dazed by it all. it's only when, as Magnus predicted, Alex withdraws out of his lap, that he's able to form a completely -- well, mostly coherent -- sentence]
-- Wait. I forgot to say I, uh, that I, liked you... no, wait, I didn't forget, you didn't give me a chance, you just kept kissing me?
[his expression is dumbfounded by this reality, but then his determination rallies, wanting to make sure one thing is clear]
But I do. Um. Like you, that is. ...A lot.
[if Alex is turning into a sap, Magnus is turning into a disaster. he rubs his red face with both hands, hair getting a little wild from the treatment. ]
[ this still doesn't feel entirely real. he's going to wake up, or find out this was some kind of hallucination caused by his mother, or-- something. he's not allowed to have.. this. and gods, he knows it's going to make magnus even more of a target than before if his mother realizes.
but her mother isn't here, and alex won't let anything happen to magnus, either. ]
I know, [ he says at last, reaching out to gently tug at magnus's hands, drawing them away from his face so he can meet his eyes. ] If I hadn't realized, I wouldn't have said anything. It's-- [ his lips part, then shut, and his glance slides away from magnus's face, color rising in his face again. ] It's, uh, kind of hard to believe, since I know I'm a lot to deal with, but I'm.. happy. I guess.
[that's unfair, that Alex has tugged his hands away, and then made him instead look at how -- cute he is, with that blush going across his fine nose and parting lips and perfect cheekbones. he flusters, arguing pointlessly with intent grey eyes, forgetting to take his hand back]
How is that hard to believe? You're, you. Who wouldn't like you...?
[more evidence of the sincere belief Magnus holds, that to him, Alex is beyond anything mortals -- or dead demigods -- could even dream of attaining. but then something hits him. an almost put-out look comes up on his face]
Wait. How did you know I liked you?
[he's pretty sure he kept that shit on lock? gods, he was barely letting himself think about it. was he really broadcasting it, or something...?]
[ he gives him a funny look, then glances down at their hands, where he's still gently holding the backs of the other teen's. ] Come on, Magnus, you know how most people react to Loki's kids. [ he presses the hands in his, then releases him, leaning back on his palms. ] Not to mention the whole argr thing. [ he makes a face at the term, rolling his eyes. ] Lots of people still don't quite know how to handle trans people. And I know you're different, and now that floor nineteen is educated, they're different, but most of Valhalla still thinks I'm weird and probably untrustworthy.
[ not to mention the lessons he'd learned while homeless, and the ones his parents had rather unintentionally taught him. magnus had been an unexpected, unlooked for, amazing gift.
he glances back up, then, lips quirking up. ] --Please. I'm not blind, Magnus. It took a while to put two and two together, but you get all doe-eyed around me sometimes.
[and for as much as Magnus needed space to think before, he misses the warmth of Alex's hands almost instantly, when he pulls back, his fingertips buzzing with the lost sensation. he wonders if this is what it's going to be like -- dating Alex Fierro, constantly feeling like some kind of static is pushing them together or apart, an electric storm across his skin]
[he's not stupid, and he knows people -- unfortunately, a cynical side of them -- but he still doesn't quite see Alex's point. he was more than Loki's kid, argr was an oudated term for viking jocks, and being trans and genderfluid only made Alex more special and more unique than anyone else in the room by far. his personality was forged on those two hammers throughout his crap life, and he came out so strong and beautiful of a person for it. speaking of beautiful -- gods, that dress he wore to the swear in, when he was a she -- who gave a shit who her mom was, when she looked like that? who gave a shit who his mom was, sitting in front of Magnus, with the fire casting warm highlights into his long green hair? ugh]
[but it's something to argue about later, though, because he's just been insulted by the boy he's agreed to date, five seconds ago]
-- I do not get doe eyed. I'm a fearsome dead warrior of Odin, son of... ok, well, the Frey thing doesn't, er, really help me here, but. I'm not Bambi.
[he laughs, a flush riding high on his cheeks again]
You're kind of Bambi, [ he shoots back immediately, grinning despite himself, face nearly aching with the smiling he's done this conversation. it's ridiculous, they're both ridiculous, and no one makes him this happy like magnus does. he hasn't had a lot of reason to be happy over the course of his life, but.. now he has friends and a sister and-- and a boyfriend, he guesses. that's what it means to date someone, right? magnus is.. his boyfriend.
weird.
he stretches his legs out, because he wants the contact again, calf against the blond's hip. he's never liked people touching him, but now he can't seem to get enough of it. he wants to take magnus's hand again, just because he can, and it's the strangest impulse. (magnus likes him, all of him, male and female.) ]
That's the second time you've called me cute in this conversation.
[maybe it's something he should object to, along the same lines as "Bambi" or, in other conversations, "fuzzy" or "exceedingly Hufflepuff," but instead he's also grinning. if Alex Fierro thinks he's cute, he -- really can only be thrilled about it, honestly. he's stupidly, wonderfully thrilled about it, and it's all over his stupid rosy face, not quite hidden even behind his ducked head and hanging blond hair]
[when Alex presses his calf against his hip, Magnus, after a moment of clear hesitation (the impulse always feels natural, but to think he can touch him -- that he wants to touch him -- is, like it is for Alex, shockingly strange and new), Magnus drops his hand gently around Alex's ankle, just as he'd done a few weeks ago. it rests just as softly and carefully as it did then, but his smile is so much brighter]
[and, gods damn it to Friggin' Hel and a whole bunch of other Norse-themed swear words, when he looks at Alex, he's doe eyed, hopeless]
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before he can overthink it, though, he leans back in, nose briefly bumping magnus before he gets the angle right, catching his mouth again. he's more confident this time, fingers curling in the blond's hair.
alex has never been his mother, so poetry isn't his thing, and he'd never admit this, but magnus tastes like warmth and sunlight. his lips are a little chapped, firmer than he was expecting, and he still can't quite believe they're doing this. that he's doing this, when he'd told himself he wouldn't let something like this happen to him.
he pulls back at last with a quick second kiss to the space just below the other teen's lower lip, then simply sinks down to his haunches, then back into the grass. ] So I think that was basically like licking something to claim it, right? You're mine now, sorry, I don't make the rules.
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[the moment Alex slots their lips together, he feels an ache in his chest that's somewhat intolerable, because he's not his father, and never believed in sappy romantic crap, but the rightness he's slammed with in that moment is undeniable. kissing gently back at Alex's lips, he tastes magic and something dark and wonderfully addictive, like maybe he had hot chocolate earlier, and Magnus wants Alex to keep kissing him, maybe always? and wonders if that's going to be a problem. it seems like it's going to be a problem, frankly]
[Magnus is nervous, about touching Alex, about touching period, even with Alex's mouth sealed over his and a hand in his hair, steadying him from probably passing out in shock. it takes him a few long seconds, in turn, to work up the courage to rest his hand at the side of the other's neck. his palm lands so light and careful there, fingertips just brushing long green hair]
[the second kiss is -- stupidly charming, and it's this one he turns scarlet from, and when he laughs at what Alex has to say, it's clear and bright, summer-kissed; literally]
That -- [clears his throat, gone rough again] -- that, is such a weird way to ask somebody out? I mean, I'm not, like an expert.
[he's pretty sure that's what Alex is trying to say. not a hundred percent, though, and grey eyes are anxiously watching amber-and-brown, for a clue]
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he always touches alex like he's precious, and he should have known that it meant.. more. something else. (their rooms in valhalla are exactly alike, and that should have been their first hint.)
he scoots forward in the grass, and because he can, he tucks his folded legs in against magnus's, leaning forward and curling his hands atop the other teen's thighs. gods, this is so weird and new and right, and honestly kind of scary. ]
It's perfectly legitimate. [ yeah. yeah, he guesses he is asking him out. holy shit. ] Magnus Chase, you should definitely date me.
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[Magnus is still looking down and away, nervously smoothing hair back behind his ear, as he tries to pick a single thought out of the chaos of his brain, which, now that Ragnarok isn't descending around him, has become alarmingly real and physical and full to the brim of Alex Fierro]
Um. I'd, um. [god, he's so dumb? why won't Alex back up a bit, so he can think straight?] -- You make a compelling kiss. Case. Oh, my gods, please back up just a second, so I can make words and say yeah, ok? -- Oh.
[he just did. an amazing, Casanova-start, certainly]
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he finds he's grinning, heart feeling too big for his chest, and instead of backing off, he leans in further, kissing magnus again just because he can.
it's official, he guesses. he's turning into a sap, and he might be in love with magnus, and-- and now they're dating. ] You're ridiculous, but you're cute. [ he reaches up, gently pushing stray hair behind magnus's ear, then withdrawing to give them both some space. this is.. a lot. this is huge, for both of them, and neither of them are particularly touchy-feely most days. still, it feels good to want it, and to know that magnus doesn't mind. ]
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-- Wait. I forgot to say I, uh, that I, liked you... no, wait, I didn't forget, you didn't give me a chance, you just kept kissing me?
[his expression is dumbfounded by this reality, but then his determination rallies, wanting to make sure one thing is clear]
But I do. Um. Like you, that is. ...A lot.
[if Alex is turning into a sap, Magnus is turning into a disaster. he rubs his red face with both hands, hair getting a little wild from the treatment. ]
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but her mother isn't here, and alex won't let anything happen to magnus, either. ]
I know, [ he says at last, reaching out to gently tug at magnus's hands, drawing them away from his face so he can meet his eyes. ] If I hadn't realized, I wouldn't have said anything. It's-- [ his lips part, then shut, and his glance slides away from magnus's face, color rising in his face again. ] It's, uh, kind of hard to believe, since I know I'm a lot to deal with, but I'm.. happy. I guess.
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How is that hard to believe? You're, you. Who wouldn't like you...?
[more evidence of the sincere belief Magnus holds, that to him, Alex is beyond anything mortals -- or dead demigods -- could even dream of attaining. but then something hits him. an almost put-out look comes up on his face]
Wait. How did you know I liked you?
[he's pretty sure he kept that shit on lock? gods, he was barely letting himself think about it. was he really broadcasting it, or something...?]
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[ not to mention the lessons he'd learned while homeless, and the ones his parents had rather unintentionally taught him. magnus had been an unexpected, unlooked for, amazing gift.
he glances back up, then, lips quirking up. ] --Please. I'm not blind, Magnus. It took a while to put two and two together, but you get all doe-eyed around me sometimes.
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[he's not stupid, and he knows people -- unfortunately, a cynical side of them -- but he still doesn't quite see Alex's point. he was more than Loki's kid, argr was an oudated term for viking jocks, and being trans and genderfluid only made Alex more special and more unique than anyone else in the room by far. his personality was forged on those two hammers throughout his crap life, and he came out so strong and beautiful of a person for it. speaking of beautiful -- gods, that dress he wore to the swear in, when he was a she -- who gave a shit who her mom was, when she looked like that? who gave a shit who his mom was, sitting in front of Magnus, with the fire casting warm highlights into his long green hair? ugh]
[but it's something to argue about later, though, because he's just been insulted by the boy he's agreed to date, five seconds ago]
-- I do not get doe eyed. I'm a fearsome dead warrior of Odin, son of... ok, well, the Frey thing doesn't, er, really help me here, but. I'm not Bambi.
[he laughs, a flush riding high on his cheeks again]
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weird.
he stretches his legs out, because he wants the contact again, calf against the blond's hip. he's never liked people touching him, but now he can't seem to get enough of it. he wants to take magnus's hand again, just because he can, and it's the strangest impulse. (magnus likes him, all of him, male and female.) ]
It's cute, though. It's easy to care about you.
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[maybe it's something he should object to, along the same lines as "Bambi" or, in other conversations, "fuzzy" or "exceedingly Hufflepuff," but instead he's also grinning. if Alex Fierro thinks he's cute, he -- really can only be thrilled about it, honestly. he's stupidly, wonderfully thrilled about it, and it's all over his stupid rosy face, not quite hidden even behind his ducked head and hanging blond hair]
[when Alex presses his calf against his hip, Magnus, after a moment of clear hesitation (the impulse always feels natural, but to think he can touch him -- that he wants to touch him -- is, like it is for Alex, shockingly strange and new), Magnus drops his hand gently around Alex's ankle, just as he'd done a few weeks ago. it rests just as softly and carefully as it did then, but his smile is so much brighter]
[and, gods damn it to Friggin' Hel and a whole bunch of other Norse-themed swear words, when he looks at Alex, he's doe eyed, hopeless]
Um. So. We're dating.