He pressed a kiss to Loki's forehead before asking softly, "Can I touch you, beloved? I'd like to. I'd like to make you feel as good as you made me, but I'm not brave enough to use my mouth yet."

He had ideas beyond that. Ideas involving dark metals and dark stones. Malachite. Bloodstone. Verdite. Something delicate and strong at once. He would make it happen as soon as he could.

But first, he wanted to see Loki in ecstasy in his arms.