"You really are an odd man, Wesley.", Loki sighed softly, though the affection is there and all too clear in his tone. The other seems worn enough as it was anyways, making it just a little easier for the trickster to let his guard down. "However after a life completely overwhelmed with oddities, I can at least say I am well equipped enough to deal with you. Or I should be. You do seem to enjoy proving me wrong.." He fell silent then, his thoughts seeming to stray as he watched the other settle. It was somewhat troubling to think this man could put a halt to his plans with a simple offering of friendship. It made Loki unable to help but wonder if he'd grown far too soft in his old age.
"Then I will stay. Now rest.", he sighed simply, his fingers slipping up to thread through the other's hair briefly, unable to really help the dark flash in his mind of how easy it would be to end the other. To break their bond, to snap the other's neck with a simple flick of his wrist. He was a god afterall, bound to no one. So why did it only seem to make his chest ache when he thought of losing the other? He was only mortal. Whether it was Loki's own hand or that of fate's his life would eventually come to an end. Unfortunately that thought brought him no comfort, making the trickster regret starting that line of thought in the first place.
He held the other just a little closer instead, ignoring the ache for now as he listened to the steady sound of the other's breathing.