“I am a horrible poet,” Thor sighed, “I paid the price for many poorly written poems by being punched by Sif or laughed at by you,” He grinned. “But it is the thought that counts.” Nodding firmly, he lifted Loki’s arm and slipped kisses down his pale, cool form arm, before licking at the juncture of his elbow and picking his head up, grinning, he nipped at Loki’s lower lip.

“Ah yes, I do remember that. I felt rather bad when Sif punched you for each one she thought was terrible” he nods softly, “But yes, it is th-aahhaaaa~” He is cut short by those kisses going right up his arm in such a supple fashion. He bites back a groan before his lip is bitten by the thunderer.

Laughing into the crook of Loki’s neck, he began to move his body a bit, wiggling about between Loki’s legs, his hands do not stop moving up and down the raven haired beauty’s back just to tease along his sides and abdomen, he grinned and whispered, “Aye, sorry if I startled you.” His teeth then sunk into the pale flesh of Loki’s neck and his tongue eased across the marks left there.