[ 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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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.