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[quickfingers]

[Peter wants to joke and say 'Guess you like it' but the words don't come, he just keeps smiling as Odin presses against him and he wraps his arms tightly around him in an embrace. He feels on top of the word, ecstatic and excited and crackling with energy and it's only a little past midnight. But this is just another night he'll end up writing about in that journal, something that will stick with him as memorable from his time here. One of the best nights of his life.

He breathes in deep the scent of Odin so close, nudging his nose against his neck and kissing it soundly before tugging him backward to lay with him on the blankets. He doesn't relent his grip, wanting nothing more than to just stay like this together, wound up and warm and holding on to each other like there's no other state to exist in. It's with a kiss to the neck that Peter finally loosens his arms a bit, but he doesn't fully let go of Odin; he breathes deep and feels so solidly anchored like this, that he doesn't even want to think about going back downstairs. He wants this to stretch out.]

Love you, dude.

[shadowglitter]

I love you.

[ It comes muffled into Peter's shoulder, and for a time, that's all Odin feels up to doing. He buries his nose against Peter's neck and shuts his eyes tight, letting the weight of him, the warmth of him, sit in his arms. He doesn't think he has it in him to move or pull away or-- or let this end, let any of this end, and all those thoughts he tries to keep out of his head, all those fears of the porter and of death and of anything else that might tear the two of them apart, they all just-- ]

I just wanna be with you so bad. I wanna grow old with you.

[ He pulls back, finally, wiping at his nose with his sleeve. He feels so deferential towards the ring, like it's more expensive and more rare than anything any legendary swordsman or master blacksmith would carry into battle with them. A piece of Peter, that's what Peter said. Odin runs his thumb over the band and feels his eyes welling up, just as heartbroken as he is totally and completely fulfilled. ]

I hate feeling like there's a chance I won't be able to do that. It's all I want. I don't need anything else.

[quickfingers]

You never know. We might have a chance at that, here.

[It feels heavy, because it is. That uncertainty that lingers behind every gesture they make, the knowledge that any day could be their last. It used to scare Peter, terrify him, but he thinks now he's finally come full circle into being able to be inspired by it. Enjoy what moments he has, never let himself get sucked into the negativity - to make things work, no matter what. So that they never have any excuse to have regrets.

He runs his hands through Odin's hair, mussing it up as he rests on his elbow; holding on to Odin lightly, eyes trained on him. He's pretty even when he cries, grey eyes sparkling like a storm. He leans to kiss him, soundly on the lips and breathing hard between them.]

But like I said. No matter what, this ring? It means I'll always find my way to you, okay? I'll find you, whenever and wherever. I'll be with you like you'll always be with me.