He noted that shiver before Thor could cover it up, repeating the same kissing pattern once more just to get the same little reaction from the thunderer. He adored when those warm lips kissed him from the top of his brow to the tip of his nose. It was precious and endearing to say the least.

“I don’t mind the ‘cheesiness’ at all. Each word I cherish very much so.” He lets out a small laugh at the twirl before he is set down on the counter. Loki makes himself comfortable there, smiling at Thor with brilliant blue-green hues.

Thor hissed in softly and his back arched with a faint groan as his finger clenched around Loki’s thighs as he settled on the counter. Clearing his throat, he pulled his head away and went down to nip at the top of his ear with a faint a tug, just to pay him back for those tantalizing actions. Grinning, he leaned back and searched Loki’s face.

“So if I were to begin writing and singing sonnets of your beautiful face and the glorious ways in which you pleased me every night you would be fine with that,” He asked, teasingly, grabbing Loki’s hands, their fingers slipped together and he squeezed.