Chickens and Swords

[alittlehinky]

Ain't gonna let this lick me. Cricket came to this conclusion weeks ago, but he has to repeat it to himself at least a few times a day. Silently. He's honestly still adapting, and it's frustrating, but the longer it goes on, the better he gets. He always had pretty good upper-body strength, but it's increased even more after practice wheeling himself in a chair, or holding onto Willie's saddle. He's had to hire help making deliveries, but after a period of struggle and relearning, he's back to doing his own manufacturing. Even some canning, now, in preparation for fall and winter on the horizon.

There are ten cases of apple cider in the shed, ready to be shipped out in the morning.

Right now, he's on a layer of blankets on the porch, surrounded by half a dozen pumpkins. He started to carve the biggest and orange-est, but after the seeds had been removed and set in the kitchen to dry, another idea took hold of him, and now he's carefully twisting and weaving a grapevine wreath in the shape of a familiar two-horned circlet. He can probably find some gold spray paint for it in the Plaza. Loki can decide whether a spooky face is needed, from there...

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[alittlehinky]

Cricket is just as happy to be manhandled as he is to do the rolling around himself, but at this point in their relationship he is well aware that Loki likes to feel looked-after. He is more than happy to do it, whether it be in the form of cooking pumpkin pies for them both, or pinning him in an embrace.

The I love you, even though it's reached the point of an understanding between them, makes him melt, and earns Loki a pretty fierce kiss on the lips.

...a fierce and lingering kiss, in fact, which is likely to go on for quite a while, because he can't think of anything to say to top that. Hopefully the flutter of his heart and the raw joy he can feel shivering under his skin is enough of a statement.