Loki did not have trouble sleeping for once, no nightmares plaguing his slumber for the first time in ages. Vivid green eyes flickered open at the harsh, ugly sound of some Midgardian technology. A sort of venomous look crossed his features, and he leaned over himself, crushing it with magic until there was little left than a compressed ball of plastic and metal sitting on the night stand. Withdrawing with an almost satisfied look in his eyes, he lay back down against the soft covers and mattress with a faint sigh. "You do realize it is not necessary to address me as 'milord' all the time, Thomas. Simply because I have given you permission not to, though." he murmured at last, staring up at the ceiling of the hotel room. It was a cloudy day, so no light seeped in through the curtains and blinds, and that was the way Loki preferred it to be. Feeling the kiss on his cheek, the dark-haired male shifted and turned over on his side, watching the rather bashful man for a moment. He wasn't entirely sure why, but he had never felt the overwhelming urge to keep the Midgardian as far away from himself as possible so far yet, at first he'd been irritated, but now...now he could not place if. Stretching luxuriously, his back arched up and off the bed as he did so, glad to be in more comfortable clothing for sleeping.
"No, it is not. I've learned to deal with warmer temperatures over time. I will not break like a piece of porcelain," he replied at last, the thought coming to mind that Tom had been the only one to touch him so intimately in...much longer than he could remember, to be honest. And it was having a far less innocent effect than intended. A wicked mischievous look accompanied Loki's hand encircling Tom's wrist as he brushed the hair away from his face, shifting to prop himself up on one elbow, quite close to his face now. "Then again I've never quite /truly/ experienced the extent possible of a Midgardian's skin."
He grinned slightly at him. "I chose to call you milord because you are my lord, and you deserve such respect. And I liked that alarm clock…" he blushed when Loki turned to look at him, smiling wider when he stretched. "I suppose that means you had a pleasant sleep…" he blinked when his wrist was grabbed, and he looked into his eyes, biting his lip slightly. Why was he so close? What… what was that? Extent…. Was he…
He blushed a bit. No. No way. He wasn't making sense. There was no way he was being… sexual? He looked at him, eyes wide and innocent, wondering if Loki was really doing this, or if he was just causing a mischief. He desperately tried to change the subject, not quite sure what to do. "S-So, no more sleeping for you, then… would you like to try some of the food we… forgot about last night?" He didn't want to bring up last night, didn't want to make Loki angry again, but he smiled kindly, hoping to keep him calm. His head ached slightly from last night, and he had been terrified.
Still refusing to stop smiling, he gently rubbed his thumb on the back of the Jotun's hand, wondering if it would calm him enough. "I mean, we can always go get different food, or I can order more… it can be anything, really…"
"Am I now?" he said in a more or less bemused tone, watching Tom and his animated face twist into a slight smile, one of which seemed to be unique only to the Brit. Loki's eyes caught Tom watching as he stretched, and he smirked, groaning softly. Oh, how this one was seemingly so easily dominated, perhaps he could have some fun with this. He was, of course, a trickster, and that little bit of him always seemed to come out at the very worst of times. Well, for others, at least. Perhaps he'd see just how much it took to drive this little Midgardian right off the edge.
Eyebrows raising slightly, he moved in a little bit closer, finding it amusing that Tom was attempting to change the subject, and was almost visibly squirming as a result of the god's strange actions. "No. I don't think I do." he answered rather bluntly, tone rather low, and a slight look of irritation at the mention of the night before sparked in his eyes for a second until it vanished. Feeling Tom's hand on the back of his, Loki glanced down at their hands before looking back up at the actor. His free hand slid along the man's neck and jaw to tilt his chin up a bit, smirking faintly all the while. "I honestly don't believe I have any want to go anywhere else."
He was scared. He, Tom Hiddleston, actor portraying Loki, the only known mortal to piss off said god and live, the only man who could be held up by his neck with one hand and not be frightened, was afraid. He was scared out of his wits. He knew he wanted Loki, that much was obvious from his short time with him, but he figured it would remain a happy fantasy instead. And now… now Loki was… far too close for comfort. He shivered softly as his neck and head was manipulated to look up even closer at the god. He could see the smirk. Loki was looking down on him. He didn't care. It was an experiment. That's what scared him.
He never really had good relationships, for when he loved someone, he loved them, and that was that. But other people changed easily, forgetting the old-fashioned truths of "love" and "mates." He still believed in that, no matter how obsolete it seemed now. And he was scared that Loki would use that against him. He would do anything for his god, but he could not allow a night of love just for his entertainment… it would hurt him too much. If Loki wanted his body, he'd have it. But he could not give him his heart. It had been broken too many times, and he had put too much love into putting it back together again for his not-so-fictional crush.
He looked at him as openly as he could without betraying his fear and pain, and allowed Loki free reign. Even if his mind said no, his body and heart would give him anything.
Loki had never had anyone to love him properly, to show any affection that was not physical and designated to the night. Even then, it was no affection, it was simply an act carried out in the midst of boredom. How in the world would he know how to show proper love, proper emotions when he had hardly ever been exposed to it himself? And, yet, he could feel something so very strange blossoming within his chest, an overwhelming sense of...softness, for lack of a better word, a hint of euphoria. Certainly no emotion he had fallen prey to before, and it certainly confused him. A confused Loki was never a pleasant one, it ended up frustrating him to not be able to understand something, and he would spend so many nerve-wracking hours poring over what it could be; ultimately putting him in a foul mood.
Yet, he'd simply be willing to throw that all aside for this one time, his usually harsh demeanor wouldn't matter this time around, however. Hesitant at first, Loki shifted so that he was holding himself above the actor, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, a faint smile on his lip. "Don't try and hide things from me; it isn't the wisest of ideas. Something is bothering you, is it not?"
"I….. yes, my lord…" he said, shuddering at the touch on his skin. "I… hah… I am afraid that you might be playing a mischief on me… that you would use my love for you against me. I am afraid of being hurt by you, my lord… for my heart, it's … it has been hurt so many times, I do not know if the god I love will finalize its break…" he arched his back a little bit. "I love you…" he murmured. "And… I don't want to scare you away… if you do not wish for me to say it again, I won't… Just don't leave…" His hands wound around him a little bit, holding onto his shoulders. "Loki… I'm afraid of being hurt… just tell me the truth. Do you want me for one night, or longer… or… do you simply want me to shut up?"
His eyes widened when Loki moved away. "I… I don't care, really! I will do whatever you want me to, don't stop, please? I… I liked it, and well…" he blushed a bit. "I haven't been with a man in a long time. So… whatever you want, really?"
Loki's brow furrowed ever so slightly, his vivid and intense green eyes focused solely on Tom's blue ones as he listened intently. Trying to process it all at once, the ravenette was having a bit of a difficult time trying to experience and respond to all of it. These words were so heartfelt, so sincere and spoken directly from the heart that it pained him to see the Brit so visibly distressed and internally conflicted. Perhaps he had been a bit selfish, considering only his own personal wants and needs for a brief amount of time, paying no mind to acknowledge how badly it would affect the other man, and how he felt about everything. Damn, this had been why he'd always been so frustrated by emotion and feelings, it had never been his strong suit. Now, however, he was discovering that those words stirred something inside of him. Normally, the god would have paid no mind and indulged as he pleased, but something made him genuinely hesitate, not wanting to bring further harm to the actor's clearly abused heart. What he said made sense, Loki had never been taken seriously, always brushed off, never knowing the permanent affection he needed and had been deprived from so long. The two of them shared similarities that were beyond skin deep, and that almost frightened Loki.
Elbows on either side of the fair-skinned man's shoulders, his features softened a bit. It still astounded him how true and how honest those words were, his confession of love for the murderous god. "Your words hold nothing but truth. I am to blame, I did not consider how seriously you held a matter such as this, and it is understandable that you would be devastated if I took this as nothing more than a cheap bit of fun; believe me when I say that my intentions are not to abuse you, and in turn your heart," He said softly, leaning down as he spoke so his lips brushed against the pale skin of Tom's neck. "For I return your sentiment, Thomas," he finished, rising back up to kiss the corner of his mouth. "I do believe, however, that it would be in your best interest to make sure you establish what you desire clearly, always."
