Everything was a mess.

Not in reality, but it sure felt that way. He was losing Balder as he watched him fall in love with Yui.

Loki had been in love with him for so long it was hard to remember what not loving him felt like. But by the day he felt him slipping away from him, like sand between his fingers.

He had tried to hate Yui for it, but in the end, he had failed. He had hated humanity, for just as long as he had loved Balder, but he couldn’t hate her. Not when he understood what Balder saw in her.

 

He had tried not to cry. When he felt himself fail at that too, he had hid away, not wanting anyone to see.

But somehow, Dionysus had found him.

He tried to hide his tears as he heard Dionysus’ voice quietly call for him, wiping his face only to find more tears threaten to spill. As long as he didn’t blink, he was sure he could hold them back.

He forced a smile as Dionysus rounded the corner.

“Hey Loki, are you okay?”

Loki’s laugh was strained, wavering. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

He flinched as Dionysus’ hand reached out, making him pause. “God of wine and festivity, remember? I could kinda… feel it. That you weren’t feeling it.” He glanced back to the little impromptu party that had been thrown this evening, before leaning against the wall next to Loki.

“I won’t tell anyone,” he said, cocking his head to the side. “I’m a pretty decent shoulder to cry on, though. If you want one of those.”

Loki bit his lip, his hands balling into fists. Finally, he was forced to blink, tears spilling down his cheeks. He pressed his forehead against Dionysus’ shoulder, hands gripping his shirt. He felt Dionysus’ arms wrap around him.

It had been so long since anyone had held him like that, it only made him cry harder.

For a while, he let himself cry, without thinking about how it would look.

 

“Hey,” Loki finally said as he started to calm down. He pulled back, just a little. “You’re the God of sex and all that, too, right?”

Dionysus blinked. Not what he expected Loki’s next words to be. “Fertility and ecstacy, among other things, sure. Why?”

Loki glanced to the side, making sure that no one else was there. “I kinda want to… Maybe not full-on sex, but, uh.”

“Want me to help you take your mind off things?”

Loki nodded.

For a moment, Dionysus watched him in silence, before he rested his hand against Loki’s cheek. He tilted his head upward with a finger under his chin. “How about we start with kissing, and we’ll go from there? You can tell me to stop at any time.”

Loki leaned forward. “Sounds good to me.”

 

Dionysus closed the gap between them, pressing his lips against Loki’s. His lips were wet, tasting like salt and the candy Loki was so often eating.

He felt Loki’s arms wrap around his shoulders, taking it as a cue to deepen the kiss. Loki’s breath hitched as Dionysus’ tongue entered his mouth, but he pressed into it rather than pulling away.

It was clear that Loki was inexperienced, but compared to Dionysus, most people (and Gods) were. Dionysus easily took the lead, making sure to take it slow, making sure to pay attention to every one of Loki’s reactions, not wanting to take more than Loki was willing to give.

As they started to lose their breath, Dionysus pulled back. He ran his thumb across Loki’s cheek, wiping the trail of tears away. “Was that okay?”

Loki nodded, wiping the last of his tears away with the back of his hand.

A bit of a pity, Dionysus thought. His tears had tasted so sweet on his lips.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Thanks.”

Dionysus smiled. “Any time, Loki.”

As Loki asked if they could take this elsewhere, Dionysus said okay.

He didn’t think this was the best coping mechanism out there, but if it would help Loki start to move on, he didn’t mind doing it anyway.

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