Title: A N G E L C O O K I E M I X

Rating: T

Pairing: Nyoki x Heimu ((Isn't Nyoki a cute name?? XDDD))

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine...only the name Nyoki is mine. I think it's rather awesome! XD;;;

Wow, hiatus much. I'm so sorry for my horrible, horrible deeds!! I'll jump right on this next chapter and my Sukisho fanfic deshitadeshitadeshita!!

--START--

The two teenagers walked into a nice, wholesome bar, only one smiling as he scanned the dim room, only lit by a few plasma lights and the moon outside. It was a nice bar, but Heimdall wasn't in the mood to drink that night. "C'mon Heimu. My magic will let you remain in your real form for one night, so let's have some fun!!"

Heimdall glared at him and selected a seat. "Is barhopping really your way of having fun?" Loki sat down next to him, flirtatious blue eyes scanning Heimdall's awakened form in a pleased way. "It is. I'm not an adult everyday, you know?"

"Same here, smartass." Heimdall retorted, looking over at his boyfriend. The blueberry eyes flickered open and closed, his lips twisting into a smirk. "Heimdall…please?"

Heimdall denied his request and looked away. "Don't look at him…don't look at him…"

Loki licked his lips and placed a warm, damp kiss on Heimdall's cheek, still smirking evilly. "Please…"

Heimdall reeled away and tried to smack Loki, flailing his arms madly in completely random directions. Needless to say, Loki nonchalantly dodged every single one. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" He screamed again, arms now breaking the champagne glasses above them. A few women began to panic, but one smile from Loki let the activity subside. Once Heimdall saw how many people were looking at him, he stopped. "Well," the blonde trickster teased, looking around the room. "Aren't you a little drama queen?"

"I'll kill you right in the face," The watchman whispered, hand covering his flustered face as he sank further and further into his seat. "Bastard."

Loki pouted. "Rude much."

"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO ALMOST LICKED MY CHEEK IN PUBLIC AND YOU CALL ME RUDE!!" The watchman snarled loudly, having the sudden urge to take Loki and strangle him slowly. The waitress waited, petrified and in shock that the trickster took the shouting almost in a carefree manner (omitting the kissing and smirking…). She finally came out from her hiding spot behind the restroom door, face white with fear. "Calm down…sir. Did you just get out of prison?" Heimdall looked at her, eyes burning like charcoal in a campfire, then turned away. Loki sweat dropped and looked at the blonde waitress. "My my, you're a cutie…"

She blushed. "T-Thanks…sir…I…"

"Please, call me Loki-san."

"Alright, Loki-san…and your friend…?" She asked in a high-pitched, somewhat childish voice. Heimdall, despite his wonder of how she avoided getting carded, answered with his usual fake name. "Higashiyama Kazumi…"

The blonde woman nodded and smiled to the both of them, cheeks still pink from Loki's sincere comment (at least she thought it was). "So, my name is Miisora, and what do you both want to drink this evening?"

The lecher smiled and stood up, placing his hand on the woman's shoulder. "Well…a strawberry daiquiri, please." The blonde waitress nodded, blushing madly, and unconsciously scribbled down his order on her small notepad. "Ah…okay…and you Kazumi-san?"

He was too busy glaring at Loki to answer the young woman's question, so pulled the first thing he could think of out of his mind. "A Mai Tai…please."

Loki saw the angry, ruby red eyes watching him over his shoulder and sat back down again, looking to his boyfriend. "Heimu…" he asked, voice sounding a little apologetic. "Do you still like me?"

The purple haired teenager sank further into his seat, cheek finally pressed against the cold wood, the waitress putting in their orders. The watchman looked at the woman, then sighed and closed his eyes.

"Loki told me his past…and I never realized…how much I didn't know him. I never knew he went through so much pain, and my hate of him was a part of that world…

The world that slowly ate away at Loki…until I came along and pulled him away. These damn liars are trying to pull Loki away from me, and as annoying as he sometimes can be, I still love him.

I never say so though…I always either push him away or succumb to his nature. I can never act on my own because my love for him is so strong.

I wonder if this is unhealthy…or maybe I should just give let him take over me…

Because…I feel when I resist him, I hurt him, even more, yet if I don't…I hurt myself.

It's all mixed up…

Loki poked him in the shoulder. "Heimdall…what are you thinking…about?"

"What makes you think I'm thinking about anything?"

"Because you're dazed…"

"So?"

The waitress left the two drinks on a shiny silver tray in front of them, also handing them the bill. Loki took his drink and Heimdall reached over to his own, anxiously waiting for the trickster to be so occupied with his drink that he could finally shut up. The watchman sipped his deep blue Mai Tai and looked over to his boyfriend, who was smiling, waving to pretty girls, and drinking casually. Not to his surprise, he became pissed. To avoid having Loki flirt with women, or himself for that manner, he decided now was the proper time to say sorry. It wasn't going to be easy, and Heimdall knew that, but Loki deserved it…

Because behind that idiotic smile lies a sad, melancholy child. Despite all of the death, torture, and violence around him, his happiness remains as adamant as concrete.

I'm the only one that could see that dear face cry, and I could never take it. Loki cried when he was happy, shedding tears of release and freedom, and laughed when he was sad.

So, in a sense, he was always a miserable being, right from birth.

"Loki…" Heimdall weakly asked, his face turning a frosty pink when the trickster looked him in the eyes curiously, his beauty unwavering. "What?"

The watchman swallowed and tensed up, feeling his mouth dry up when he figured out the words he wanted to say to his beloved Loki. He paused, and Loki waited patiently as always. Loki just looked on, honestly absorbed in the fact Heimdall was speaking to him. He didn't flirt, or wave, or blow any kisses…

He only listened…

He loves me more than all those women combined, so I can only imagine that he…

He really does love me, and I'm not accepting it because I'm embarrassed.

"Heimu? Is something bothering you? You know you can talk to me about anything!"

If he didn't love me, he would console me to make me shut up or laugh at me, but he wants to listen and analyze what I have to say…so…

I have to come to terms with my emotions.

I love Loki…very much.

"I know when I listened to you talk about how you hated changing…because of your past…"

Loki's gaze darkened.

"I kinda…didn't say anything to heal your wounds…but that's only because I was speechless…because I didn't know how to do that. But now…"

Heimdall grabbed Loki's hand and leaned in, lips on a few centimeters apart. Loki could feel a blush rising as the watchman whispered a tender, "I love you," before he closed the kiss and sealed their lips together. Heimdall didn't back away, and didn't scream or yell, but only lifted a hand to Loki's cheek and brushed his fingers across it, their lips still locked in the sweet, passionate moment.

All the girls either screamed in bliss or cried in despair, and the guys smacked their girlfriends upside their empty heads. Neither of them cared, and Loki lifted his slender arms and wrapped them around Heimdall's neck, breathing into the kiss. "Heimdall…"

He pulled away, blushing, but not staring at him malevolently. "Mm?"

"…" He hesitated, but then came forward again and rested his head on Heimdall's shoulder. "I love you…and I want to thank you…so much…for loving me back…"

"Did you not know I did?"

"Not this much."

Heimdall looked at him and lifted Loki's jaw with his hand, pulling them both into another sweet kiss.

As they pulled away from the second time, a small slip of paper was set down in front of them. Heimdall assumed it was the bill, so decided to pick it up and look at the charge for the two drinks. Loki was curious too, and peered over his shoulder.

They both looked for the price, but ended up astonished and looking back at Miisora, who winked at them. In a felt-tip, purple pen, the words, "For you guys, it's on the house" scribbled in neat cursive.

Heimdall read the sentence slowly, then turned the piece of paper over.

"Have as many drinks as you want, payday was yesterday."

--END--

Alright, I'm sorry…..long hiatus…but I'm back and...school starts soon...;o;

Damndamndamndamn!!