Young Fandral, Vostagg, Hogun, Sif, Loki and Thor had a grand adventurous outing and were celebrating their feats at a bar. Fandral the master story teller was enchanting the others, all but Loki, with a tale of a beautiful maiden princess.
"She was a true beauty. Delicate, with soft pale skin, emerald eyes, and hair like ravens feathers. And she moved so... gracefully." Fandral flicked his eyes over to lock with Loki's for just longer than a moment. He enjoyed a moment of satisfaction as he got to witness Loki's eyes widened and dilate minutely. Loki choked on his sip of ale, but covered it smoothly with a cough. Fandral continued his story of the maiden's tragic love, though many times Loki's eyes returned to him, something fiery glinting in them. Fandral tripped over his own tongue, stumbling in his dialogue for a moment. He quickly returned his eyes to the others, to avoid suspicion. He could at least blame his flush and arousal on the ale and fantasy maiden. But further into his tale, Fandral found his eyes again locked with Loki's.
Those burning green eyes promised something intense. Be it pain or pleasure Fandral did not know, but he felt excitement heating in his blood either way. And he liked it.