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Well, that's-- [ odin's heart skips a beat, but he's swelling with his typical over the top pride and doesn't really notice. ] That's-- obvious. Obviously! I'm funny and engaging and have little to no regard for my safety or another person's personal space. That's kind of my deal? I've said it time and time again, but I'd like to do so just once more: I'm so cool and funny and great.

[ but - his voice softens pretty quickly, and he slumps back down against the table. there's something he's been meaning to bring up with poe, and now seems like as good a time as any. ]

... Yeah. I've actually been trying to look into, um, your daughter. I-- [ he hesitates. ] I know someone who might... be able to solve everything about her. I don't know if you... want that. But. Yeah.

Oh.

[A rapid flurry of conflicting emotions rush through him, even though his expression is fairly muted. He can't label half of them. Somewhere between excitement and dread and longing and terror and resentment and grief--]

I- yeah. ... Yeah, I think I... Should. Even if the truth really isn't one I want to hear.

Who are they?

Um, Enrico Pucci. He's a friend of mine? A priest. He has a few powers based on... memories. He can, um - extract your memories, from the period in your life where she would have been alive, and he can examine them and see if she actually existed or if she was imprinted on top of the... real memories, that you already had.

[ he fidgets. he doesn't like seeing Poe so... struck down, but odin thinks he's doing the right thing, maybe. so he pushes through it. ]

You would lose your memories, temporarily, while he examined them. And he said - if you didn't feel comfortable with him examining them, someone that you trust could do it, instead, if he guided them through how to do it. Presumably, um, if she's real, he'd be able to find out why you forgot her, too? So... if you're ever interested, I can set up a meeting. I don't think doing it right now would be good, because your head's already kind of-- messy? But. At some point. If you want. Maybe.

Yeah. [The smiles are gone, Poe just looks very intent, instead, almost as if he's ready to go on a mission.

At least on a mission, the worst thing that could happen was death.]

Yeah, let's do it. Thanks, Odin. I mean it. For not thinking that I'm just - yeah.

Thank you.

[ odin thinks that sentence could have ended in a lot of ways - "for not thinking that i'm just delusional", or overreacting, or kidding myself, or who knows what else - and odin shakes his head as fast as he can to completely dismiss every single one of those notions. ]

I! Wouldn't! Think! Anything bad about you! Ever! Ever. I know you pretty well!! As, like, a human man person, if maybe not like your history and stuff. And I know you're-- I know you're suffering from this. I'm not going to let you hurt when I can find a way to help you. So.

[ he nods. fiercely. ]

Sorry. I brought the mood down. [ he sighs. ] I'm hungry.

[Poe just smiles at him - warmly, if weary.]

Trust me, I'm not perfect, but I appreciate the sentiment. You're a good man, Odin.

[He lets out a long breath through his nose then forces a warmer smile back to his lips, trying not to think about Shara.]

Right. Mission to improve Odin's mood is go. The food might be another min--

[No, it wasn't. It was actually starting to arrive right then.]

Well, your hair is, at least.

[ Odin feels slightly relieved over Poe not being, like, entirely broken by this conversation like he overdramatically feared he might have been, but. There is a small, not entirely insignificant part that sort of wishes he was smart enough to think of some perfect, excellent words to reassure Poe that he can talk to him about serious stuff whenever he wants. He doesn't have it in him, though... so he just sort of smiles back and lets the conversation lie, for now.

The food is good and Odin eats way too much, only stopping short of completely stuffing himself because he doesn't wanna bloat the fuck up for the inevitable trip to bonertown that he's already bought tickets for. Odin spends the whole meal going full fuckin' force on his clown tactics, doing everything he can to make Poe smile a little more genuinely. Hopefully it works.

When they're done and heading out of the restaurant, Odin puts his hands in his pockets and stares up at the sunset. ]

What d'you wanna do next? We could go for those drinks, if you want. Or, like. [ he stares, blatantly, at Poe's ass, then coughs and looks away when he realizes he needs to chill the fuck out on doing things like that. ] Or, like, whatever else.

[It doesn't take long for Poe's mood to improve and soon he's laughing so hard his sides hurt, failing at using chopsticks to eat and resorts to using his fingers. So by the time they finish dinner he is grinning again quiet genuinely, stretching out in the fading sun.]

I think a combination of drinks and whatever else sounds like a good direction. [Was that a knowing twinkle in his eye? Yeah, it was......]

Let's just pick something up and then go somewhere a bit more private. Actually-- [He pauses to roll open the carpet.]

Forget the drinks - lets go for a flight and do "whatever else". [He didn't really need to be any fuller than he was - liquid or solid - if Odin kept looking at his ass like that.]

[ Odin is roughly three seconds away from yelling "boooooo" when Poe actually sounds like he's gonna go for the drinks, so he's pretty psyched when he changes his mind. He lights up with all the shameless enthusiasm in the world. ]

Y-- yeah! Yeah, okay. I mean - whatever makes you happy? It's a date, so. Gotta. Make it. Happy. For you. [ he pauses. ] You know, we've talked about going out for drinks, like, three times now, and the closest we came to it was sipping beers in my room? We've gotta level the fuck up and actually go out and do it, one of these days. Uh, not this day, but one of them.

[ He jumps on the carpet, though, tucking his knees up to his chest and patting the spot in front of him as fast as he can. ]

C'mon. C'mon. C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon. [ Wait, a thought occurs to him. ] Can I fly these things or is it something only you can do? 'Cause I wanna try flying you around somewhere one day.

What can I say, I don't mind hogging you to myself. [He grins when he says it, completely oblivious to how that might come out.

He pauses before he sits down on the carpet.]

I don't think so. It's just a carpet - I bought it at a Finnish Furniture Store. It's me that does the flying, technically. If it was an X-Wing, I would definitely teach you how to fly. [He finally sat down in front of Odin.]

Unless you can magic it yourself to fly, I don't know how that works.

[ It's probably more telling that Odin doesn't say anything, after Poe's oblivious slip up. He just goes kind of slack-jawed and quiet, for a second, his mouth dropping open a bit as he looks up at Poe, surprisingly innocent for one who's gonna do the things he's about to do. He ends up mumbling something too quiet to hear and covers his mouth with his hand, looking off to the side until he's distracted himself enough to keep talking. ]

I... uh...

I can mess with the wind, but that's not really the same. You'd have to hold onto me really tight and we wouldn't have anything to like, pilot - it'd be a lot rougher than how you do it. [ ... his mind goes somewhere dirty, and he finds his confidence again. ]

Did I tell you I can make you dream anything you want and make it feel really, really real? I could do that for you tonight, when we're, um - done. I could make it feel like you're back home, in an X-Wing, and the only way you would be able to know it was a dream was if you asked me to let you be aware of it.

[Luckily Poe was already thinking about the mechanics of flying and missed most of that Look. Or maybe he noticed and deliberately decided not to notice. It was a toss up.]

Maybe that's something we should try when we are somewhere were falling won't require a hospital run.

[The carpet starts to lift into the sky, as Poe turns his head to look at Odin.]

What - seriously? How? Wouldn't you need to know what an X-Wing looked like?

We could go to the beach at some point? Maybe? That way you'd just fall into the water and-- wait, you know how to swim, right? Actually, even if you don't, that's fine. Things are more fun when messing up means you might get super duper hospitalized.

[ He laughs, shuffles closer to Poe so he can hear him over the wind that's about to pick up. His stomach definitely totally 100% only does that little flip 'cause it still feels weird jolting away from the ground. ]

Naw, I don't. As long as I have a vague understanding of what they are so I can write, like, "Poe flies around in his X-Wing for 20 minutes" or whatever, your mind'll be drawing off of your own experiences to fill in the blanks. It's a pretty cool power? Nobody's actually accepted my offer of using it on them 'cause they're scared of having someone mess with their heads, but I use it on myself whenever I'm not having a bad insomnia night so I can have have hyper realistic dreams about going on adventures or having sexy naked harems or whatever. It's pretty good stuff.

I'll keep it a secret just so that you won't know until it happens.

[He can swim.]

Huh.

That's actually a pretty neat power. [It would be even more neat to him if he currently remembered the war, and how often he has nightmares because of it. But, instead, he thinks of something else. And he wonders for a couple seconds if Odin could give him a dream about teaching Shara to fly.

And then he decides that it would kill him to see it, so he doesn't say it.]

Does it have any weird side effects?

Oh man, terrifying. I'm in.

[ Maybe when Poe's memories of the war come back, Odin will be able to help him sleep - he played it off as a joke, mostly, but Odin spends nearly every night laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, reliving his kills and the horrors he's seen back home, his guts twisting in on themselves. His power's the only thing that's been able to keep the nightmares away.

Maybe when Poe trusts Odin a little more, they'll be able to explore this weight Shara's caused, too. If he'll ever be okay with it. ]

No. I can't, like, force you to go to sleep, or anything, either, just - mess with your dreams. And you'll wake up like normal, whenever you'd normally wake up? You'll just go to sleep and you'll suddenly be in the middle of something super real.

Then let's do it. [He shoots Odin a grin that's only half forced, using a hand to reach back and pat his knee as they fly.]

If everyone else is going to be a coward about it, you're welcome to try it on me.

[He was heading to Odin's place, and while it was at a slower pace than their flight there, it was already coming up on the horizon.]

[ Odin goes quiet for the rest of the flight, resting on Poe's back for a second and just kinda absorbing his warmth until he loses his nerve and shuffles back. He swings his legs over the edge of the carpet, laying on his back and staring up at the sky. He'd be cool just staying like this, honestly. Quiet and happy with Poe.

Gettin' too real. ]

We're going back to my house? I totally thought we were gonna bang in the sky again. [ he rolls onto his stomach to peer down at his place. ] You were totally into it, last time. You were all like, "hell yeah, you're the best". It felt PRETTY GREAT, POE DAMERON.

Hey, I'm up for wherever else, but I can't put this thing on auto pilot.

[He'd felt the mood shift, earlier in the flight, but didn't say anything. He wasn't sure if he was imagining things or if Odin was tired or if he was day dreaming about sex and fire. It was kind of a toss up. ]

[The carpet slowed to a hover so that Poe could grin back at him. ]

Well, though I do think I said I would give you a blowjob, and I'm pretty sure I could do that and fly at the same time...

[ Odin props himself up on his elbows, staring at Poe with a SUDDEN SUPER-INTENSE INTENSITY. ]

I totally forgot about that. I can't believe I forgot about that. I totally forgot about that and I can't believe I forgot about that? Why was I wasting time wanting to give you good dreams and being a great friend by trying to make you happy or whatever when I could've had those kick-ass lips all up on my junk?

[ he scrambles up onto his knees again. ]

I'm-- I mean. I'm really into the idea. Really, really, really really really into it. I'm really-- Poe. I'm really into it. But. [ he hesitates. ] I wanna do stuff for you, too. If you're okay with it. At some point? I dunno if you've been having as much fun as I have, cause I've been having, like, so much fun, 'cause you're really hot and good at all the stuff you're doing, but I'm, like-- I'm the one who gets to do all this wild and cool stuff with my dong. What about yours? I've only had my hand on it, like, once! Are you-- [ he puts his hands on Poe's shoulders. ]

Are you okay? With how we've been taking care of stuff? I'm not, like - bad to be with?

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[Poe can't help but laugh, and then reach out to put a hand on Odin's shoulder, squeezing it.]

Yeah. You're good. Trust me. I think your room, though.

[He pulled his hand away so that he could fly down to the window as he talked.]

Right, so, you know how different people get off with different things? My thing is getting the other person off. So as long as you're having a good time, don't worry, I'm having a good time.

[He shot back a grin.]

If the groaning and moaning wasn't enough of an indication.

[ Odin is pretty quiet once they get to the window, just absorbing everything Poe's telling him. He slips into his room, silent for long enough for it to be kind of bizarre. For Odin, at least. When he speaks again, he's very quiet. ]

Poe.

That is so stupidly hot my knees are literally weak. Like, I can feel my blood racing and my mouth is all dry and my heart is pounding in my chest and-- man, oh man. This boner? This boner, Poe? I can't even explain it. The RAM-ROD HARDNESS BETWIXT THESE SACRED LEGS. I just wanna throw you onto the bed and treat your body like a toy and show you exactly what you do to me, you know? Show you just how badly you and your moans affect me.

[ he sighs, like being super-duper sexually attracted to poe is like the most burdensome thing in the world. what a troubled life poor odin leads. but then he's just happily jumping onto his bed, landing on it with a bounce and sitting up with his legs swung over the side. He runs the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip, bites it, stares up at Poe, still as nervous-but-eager to do all this as he was the first time anything happened between them. ]

C'mere. Get, um - on your knees. On the floor? I'm gonna be all cool and dominant and say all this sexy encouraging stuff, so get ready. If you want. Or I could just shut up? Sometimes I think people like me more when I just shut up.

[He can't help but laugh all through the description of Odin's boner and his sacred thighs, and he just slides his jacket off as Odin bounces on the bed.]

You can order me around as much as you want. [He grinned as he stepped over, before very deliberately kneeling on the ground.]

Just forget about what other people like, alright? Tell me what you want, and I'll do it.

[ Odin laughs, and it's less out of the nervous energy in his gut and more this happy overflowing bubble of joy that hits him out of nowhere. Even now, when they're about to do what they're about to do, Poe's just laughing along with Odin's craziness and being accepting of all the stupid, babbling bullshit he's spouting. He makes Odin feel wanted just for who he is as a man, and it's... nice.

A small part of him wants to go on some big, dramatic tirade about how he, again, wants to make sure Poe is having as much fun with all of this as he is, but - having control, being in control, is something he's wanted his whole life, and having Poe kneeling in front of him just waiting to serve gets to him in a way that nothing else ever has. He takes a deep breath, stares down at Poe, his expression falling into something more serious. All that unbridled physical attraction to Poe in his eyes is probably pretty intimidating. ]

Okay... [ He loosens his tie and undoes the top button of his dress shirt so he can breathe a little easier. ] Stroke, uh. My cock? If you want? If you want.

[He can tell the difference, in the laugh. It's not the manic energy or the self deprecating humour or the dramatic over-the-top raucousness that Odin usually has on display. That's a laugh of happiness, and that's it.

Poe decides he likes it.

He also likes being looked at like that, though the "if you wants" make him chuckle as he shimmies forward a little on his knees, reaching for Odin's belt. The fact that he actually knows how to dissemble these clothes is a nice change.]

How about this. I won't do it, if I don't want to do it. [He slides the button free.] But from now on, if I'm doing something, and I'm here-- [He meets Odin's eyes as he draws down the fly.] -- it's because I want to, and because I want to be. Got it?

[Wetting his lips, he let the palm of his hand rub Odin through the fabric, before slowly and deliberately drawing him out.]

You're not going to break me. Trust me. [And then he gave a wicked grin.] But I'd sure like to see you try.

[ Poe can probably feel the pulse of excitement that runs through Odin's dick at that I'd like to see you try comment, or at least see the rise and fall of his chest that quickens just enough to be noticeable. He nods, though. He's never been told to just do what he wants, to not hold back, in any aspect of his life, but for a while now, Poe's been slowly chipping away at that guilt Odin's always carrying with him. That guilt that he's too much to be likeable, too Odin to be wanted.

So - if Poe wants him to be himself, to do what'll make him happy, he will. When he reaches his hand out to gently stroke his fingers through Poe's hair, there's a bit of hesitance, but not much. ]

Hey, uh - before we... [ He swallows. ] My real name is Owain - not Odin. [ There's a vulnerability in his voice, like this is something hard for him to say. ] So... when we're in private-- call me that.

[ It's not an order, or anything, but there's no hesitant "if you want"s or "if that's okay"s. Just blind trust. ]

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cw cw cw imPENDING SMUT THREAD I KEEP FALLING IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN

maybe you should put a LOOK IT'S A SMUT THREAD LOOK AT THIS instead of a cw

HEY EVERYONE! HEY EVERYONE! SCOPE THESE CHOICE DICKS!!!!!!!

NOT QUITE YET BUT SOON: THE DICKENING

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