And, oh, that simple touch feels better than it should. Not in a sexual way, but in a subtle, reassuring way that makes him ache for a moment. He closes his eyes briefly, but probably long enough for Loki to read wistfulness in his expression. He should probably move, finish up the treatment of those bruises. He's almost done. He's extremely disinclined to move while he's being stroked, though.

"It might be a little boring, posing," he murmurs, "but we can play music or something so you're not too restless. I don't need a long sitting; just enough to get the lines right."

"Glad you don't mind. Some people get self-conscious."