Loki smiled against her skin, fingers going tight against her back as he simply held on to her for a moment.

He pressed a kiss at the very bottom of her collar, then gave that same location a teasing little flick of his tongue.

"Your shirt," he said, straightening slightly to place another kiss on her neck, "is interfering with me rather badly. It may come to a fight, and I've never been defeated by an article of clothing yet."