"Mm," Loki mumbled, pulling back and snatching up her hand once again, holding it in place against the side of his face. His eyes flit to her features, smirking when he saw the crimson hue dusting her cheeks, and he tilted his head again to place another deceptively sweet kiss along her wrist. Then another, just a bit above, and another, until he was trailing his mouth upwards along her arm, tugging her closer to him with every light brush of lips to skin. When her body was nearly pressed flush against his, he paused, drawing his right arm back around her waist and sliding his left hand up to cup her cheek.
"How could I ever deny you, dear one?" If it suited his purposes, and those unspoken words were blatantly heard by both.
Still, Loki was fond of his wife, and knew that she did, in fact, deserve at least one night of his undivided attention. After all this time, he felt he deserved it as well.