Written to: Cutdown - Matt and Kim, crosspost from AO3.
Cafuné: running your fingers through your lover's hair.
"A honeymoon?" Loki asks as he curls up and pillows his head on Thor's chest, Thor's fingers tangling lazily through his hair. "Where would you wish to go?"
Thor stares up at the ceiling, smiling helplessly as the sounds of the party grow and swell before ebbing back to quiet murmurs beneath them. He hugs Loki close to him, feeling his pulse against his own, beating in tandem.
"Well, perhaps not quite yet," Thor says. "Modi is still very young, but a babe. I would not wish to burden anyone with his demands."
Loki smiles against Thor's skin, watches Thor's chest rise and fall with his deep breaths. "They all adore Modi. Even my father. It would not be much of a burden, and you know that. We would probably come back from the excursion to find him spoilt beyond belief, with both realms twined around his littlest finger and ready to go to war for his littlest cry."
Thor laughs, a deep rumble against Loki's cheek as he strokes Loki's hair.
"We have millennia to decide," Thor murmurs as he rolls over again, pinning Loki beneath him and admiring his debauched appearance. "It does not have to be now."
He lowers himself to give Loki a kiss, and as his beard tickles Loki's chin, Loki thinks that the rest of their eternities is a honeymoon in itself.