[ loki's eyes lift to thor's face, and in his brother's eyes he can read his plain emotions; thor has never been one to hide. and to see the love there, to see the trust..

there's a warmth in his heart like a blossom unfurling. loki smiles. ]

There are no such things as questions that should not be asked!

[ his hands, still in thor's hair, slide to the sides of his face and loki tugs gently, pulling him into a kiss, warm and slow and good, and with the heat gone now loki can truly appreciate the feel of it, the shape of thor's mouth, his taste. this should feel strange, shouldn't it? but it doesn't. it feels so simple, so easy, so natural. when he pulls away again loki keeps him close, breathes a warm sigh against his mouth. ]

But you know me so well. [ he smiles again, impishly. ] I'm sure you can imagine that I have many. You did your best to distract me from them - and most successfully! - but you cannot stop me indefinitely.

[ but it's here that loki falters, and chews his lower lip. how exactly does one .. start a conversation of this nature .. ]

.. but, ah. Well. Thor, I - hm. This is all very awkward, but ah, um. Have we done this before?

[ it's a pain, sometimes, having no memories. ]