Scene 15, Breka's quarters, later the same day
Breka has just finished washing and changing after his training session with Loki when there's a knock on his door.
"Come in."
The door opens halfway and Loki pokes his head in.
"Loki! Come on in!"
Loki slips in and closes the door behind himself. He's changed clothes, too, wearing a soft shirt of his trademark dark green colour and black trousers now instead of his leathers. He looks a little insecure.
"I wanted to thank you. I mean… I realised I hadn't even thanked you for letting me use your sister's sword. So. Thank you. I really appreciate your trust."
Breka steps close and puts his hand on Loki's arm.
"You're welcome."
"And I wanted to thank you for everything else. Your time and your patience, and above all for accepting me the way I am. It's so good to be around someone who sees the best in me instead of constantly finding mistakes and failures."
Breka's chest tightens for a moment.
"You're amazing, Loki. I really fail to understand why your family is giving you such a hard time."
Moving even closer he goes on:
"You're brilliant, you're funny, you're an incredibly fast learner, your magical abilities are breath-taking," Breka puts his arms around Loki's waist and brushes his lips against Loki's neck. "And you're hot as Hel."
Loki hums against Breka's shoulder and wraps his arms around Breka.
"Continue."
Breka chuckles.
"With the praise or the kisses?"
"Can you do both at the same time?"
Breka chuckles again.
"I'm afraid not."
"In that case I'll take the kisses please."
"Very well, your highness," Breka murmurs and kisses his way from Loki's ear to his throat and down his neck. "May I?" he asks, his hand hovering over the first shirt button.
"You may. In fact I insist."
Breka's little laugh dies when he sees the hunger in Loki's eyes. Swallowing hard Breka focuses on the buttons. When the shirt falls open Breka's gaze travels down the prince's chest and stomach and then up at his face. Holding Loki's eyes Breka drops to his knees and opens Loki's belt.
"I think I need to sit down," Loki whispers.
"Well we wouldn't want you to fall would we?" Breka says with a grin and guides Loki towards the bed. The grin turns into a soft smile. "Sit, my prince," he says gently.
"Don't—"
"Shh."
"Did you just—"
"Yes, your highness Silvertongue, I did. You'll shut up and let me have my way."
"Fine," Loki says with a pout which is wiped off his face when Breka kneels again and presses his mouth to Loki's groin.
"I believe I like your way," Loki says, his head falling back.
Breka pulls away to look at him.
"I believe I told you to shut up."
"I remember telling you I suck at taking orders."
"Apropos sucking," Breka grins and opens Loki's trousers.
"Uh-hu?"
"I do believe that is my part."
Which effectively shuts the prince up.