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Loki didn’t usually change forms. It wasn’t necessary to them. Their body was a form, just another shape. It was as important as their snake or horse form—that is to say, convenient when needed, but otherwise just another form.
However, there were a few days Loki preferred to explore shapes and forms, particularly human ones. The current one felt too tight, too repeated, and Loki wanted something new.
So, she shed her male form and breathed in new skin.
She quite liked having long hair, perhaps she should grow it out in her regular form more. Her skin was soft to the touch, but hands still calloused from fighting. One of the dresses from Amora still hung in her closet. She held it up, ignoring the memories that arose. Even on Asgard, glamour was a waste of magic. She’ll ask the seamstresses about a collection of longer robes.
The sun was rising, and Theo had gone to take a bath. It was adorable how much he relished in hour long baths and fiddled with all the soaps and other accessories, before the bitter reminder of his life before Asgard bloomed in Loki’s mind’s eye.
Well, plenty of time to fool around before Theo comes back. Loki wears the dress, strapping on her heeled boots and brushing out her long hair. She gave in and glamoured a small necklace, adding rings and nail paint to the look.
It was... relaxing, being in a new shape for a while. It felt as if though she didn’t have to be Loki, Prince of Asgard. Just Loki, nothing more, nothing less. Just Loki.
She settled down at the vanity table to put on some makeup, wings looked gorgeous with this new form. She was about done applying the eyeshadow when she heard a voice.
“Loki I was wondering if you’ve—”
Loki froze, staring up and down Theo. He had apparently just come out of the shower, topless and towel around his waist, leaning on the wall for support. Water still dropped down his shoulders, and his freckles splattered along his body were much more visible against the brightness of the room.
Theo also froze, staring at Loki. “Um, Loki?” He asked tentatively.
Loki shook out of her daze as Theo’s face turned redder and redder and he took a slow gulp.
“I was wondering if you happened to get me some clothes, I was half awake and completely forgot to grab some,” Theo managed to say, staring at Loki.
Loki nodded enthusiastically, reaching for Theo’s closet. “Yes, clothes,” she mutters to herself. She manages not to lose her composure as she hands over a new set to her husband, breath hitching as he grabs them.
Theo doesn’t turn back towards the washroom, instead searching for words. “So...” he says, “the dress suits you.”
Loki flushes. “You weren’t supposed to see,” she replies.
“No! I...I like it a lot!” Theo nearly shouts.
There was an audible silence for a moment as neither of them spoke. Theo adjusted his balance before reaching out to run his hand along a strand of Loki’s hair. “Long hair looks good on you,” he says. He gestures to Loki. “As does the rest of that.”
Loki ran her hands through her hair. “I thought you wouldn’t like it.”
“Wouldn’t like it?” Theo asks, and Loki remembers of the times that her family has scorned her shapeshifting. Asgard was no place for magicians tricks, no matter the reason. Even her brother who has once loved her snake form was taught to despise it, her mother gave a disappointed glance and her father would be fuming. No one liked it when she was anything but the form she had grown and suffocated in.
She sighed. “I was under the assumption you were only attracted to men.”
Her husband’s eyes widened comically large, and he dropped the clothes to reach for Loki. “Wha—even if I was , that doesn’t mean you have to hide it from me,” Theo says, and Loki looks away. “I have never been with a woman before, so I cannot tell you that I will feel the same for you, but considering my reaction so far, I think we’re okay. Loki, no matter if you’re a man or a woman, or a fish or a rat, I’ll still love you.” He pauses for a minute, face scrunched up. “Well, the rat is debatable.”
Loki laughs at that, a large, wheezing laugh. She clutches her stomach, trying to compose herself.
Theo chuckles, before reaching for his clothes again. “Well now that that’s settled, may I say that your eyeliner looks beautiful?”
“Really?” Loki asks, still gasping for breath.
“Very,” he replies, and places a small kiss on Loki’s lips. He smiles. “I will be honest, I do not know if I am attracted to your female form or not, I suppose we’ll have to experiment further with that, but your lips are still very kissable.”
Loki grins, more than she can remember in her life, and plants another kiss on Theo’s lips. “Have I mentioned I love you?” she asks.
“Yes, now please excuse me, I need to go get dressed or soon your brother will come barging in asking why we’re late and see me like this.”
“I’ll stab him,” Loki mutters under her breath.
Theo laughs again. “I’m sure you will.”