He relaxed against her, making a tender sort of game out of that kiss. Loki arched his neck slightly under her touch, another appreciative murmur in his throat.

His fingers moved along her back, again noting that something felt like it was missing, but he definitely liked this better, just a smooth plane over which his hand could wander. Though it would be nicer, he noted, with nothing at all between them.

Maybe in time. For now, he was very satisfied with this, with feeling wanted, and loved, and warmed.