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Loki was not disappointed or even upset by Jesse’s lack of acknowledgement of his birthday. Actually, until Keir had said something about it that morning, he himself had forgotten about it. Blissfully so. Now he was doomed to be reminded of his ancientness for a full 24 hours before he was allowed to go back to quietly ignoring it again.

Still, he wanted Jesse near. He always did, though. The cowboy brought some semblance of comfort to the King that he couldn’t find with anyone else. An adoring, deep, warm comfort he craved. If there was anything he’d want for his birthday, it was Jesse. Plain and simple. 

So he went about the rest of his day as per usual, even despite Keir’s assurances that he really didn’t have to work today, he was allowed to have it off to celebrate. (Celebrate what, Keir? Another number to an age well into the quadruple digits? What a thing to celebrate.) At least, until he received a text from Jesse promising he was on his way. That was enough to pull Loki from his work and actually sit, take a moment to breathe, relax. Funny how he complained about needing a break and when he was provided one on his birthday he refused to take it.

The rain really was unforgiving. From the protective insides of his warm home, it looked terrible out there. Rain was generally a comfort, but this was almost excessive, threatening floods and high water levels and birds who’d surely be complaining about the weather tomorrow. So, when he heard the knock on the door, Loki was quick. In part because it was Jesse, but also because of the rain. And when door was opened to reveal a soaking wet cowboy, Loki had to stifle an amused laugh.

At least Jesse was honest. Honest and wet and looking a little crankier than usual. Wordlessly, Loki took the bag from the gunslinger’s fingers, but before he dared to look inside he reached with his other hand to caress that familiar face and lean close to press their lips together in a sweet kiss. 

It’s all right. You didn’t have to get me anything,” he murmured against those lips, reluctantly pulling away so he could peer into the gift bag.

He wasn’t upset, thank goodness, though with his frustration now ebbing, McCree felt guilt weigh down his shoulders as he trod through the front door and placed his boots by the wall. He was painfully aware of the water dripping everywhere he stepped, and a look of apology was directed at the other as Loki curiously poked through the bag. In it was a large box tied together in a hastily-knotted ribbon - a touch McCree had added and poorly-executed. He had a thought to wait until Loki had opened the gift, although instead the gunslinger made a beeline for the bathroom with a passing comment, ‘I’ll be back in a second.’

Closing the door behind him (for Keir was most likely home), McCree peeled the wet clothes from his body and draped them over the shower-cubicle. He reemerged some seconds later with a towel fitted around his waist and hands winding a hair-tie around his thick locks. ‘Ya opened it yet?’ McCree called out as he padded towards the living-room with which he suspected Loki would be. He found him lounging on the couch with the bag on the neighbouring seat beside him. Scooting it closer to Loki so that he may sit down, McCree turned to him and smiled. ‘I actually ordered this a few months ago. It was ready for pick-up last week but I never got ‘round to it.’

I want freedom as I run

I've got a bullet with your name on it.

An Independent rp blog for the infamous Gunslinger from Blizzard's Overwatch.

And I want wind in my fire

Heavily Headcanon-based. This is a Multiverse|Multiship, Semi-Selective RP blog. Cross-Fandom/OC Friendly. Does not coincide with current timeline (post-recall) specifically.

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Active: 16/06. Writer: xPsyarch

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