Loki took the tug as a signal to remove his shirt, so he sat up enough to slide out of it and leave her gripping the collar of an empty garment. She could do as she pleased with it from there, because he was much more interested in kissing (and mouthing, and occasionally nipping) all the skin readily available: throat, shoulder, breasts. And because she liked his voice, he didn’t bother to keep his thoughts to himself during moments his mouth was free. “I always used to wonder how it would be to bed someone I actually like. No deals, just... this.”