“How am I being ridiculous when you are the one sneaking into my house, taking your clothes off and crawling into my bed, uninvited -mind you, and seemingly surprised that I don't just latch onto or stick my dick into anything that's warm and moves? I thought we established on previous meetings that I'm not just some filthy lech. If you are looking for one of those, there's an old man with one eye over in Valaskjalf that meets those requirements, I'm sure.” He was still semi-fumbling, but setting the candlestick down, he found the trousers he'd been looking for.
Loki was partly talking over her, because she was moving around, doing her own thing, hopefully putting her own clothes on now, which was good because the more fabric there was between them the better. “I'm not sure what I'd be thanking you for? Breaking in? Trespassing? Scaring me half to death? And don't play the I just wanted to talk to you so we can be friends card because friends don't lay in wait, naked, in the beds of other friends with the intention, I'm assuming, for something far less... something friends do.” He could see, vaguely, a reflection in a bit of hammered metal that was hanging on the wall, her form wiggling under his bed in the flicker of the fire light. Well, her wriggling bottom anyway.
Against his better judgment, he smiled a bit. Even as he dropped the blanket and deftly tugged on a pair of pants. Even with his blanket covering her bottom, she still had a rather nice one. Especially with it wiggling and...
And she cursed. She'd gone and hurt herself. Because she was being stubborn and causing trouble and not thinking through these grand schemes of hers. Loki said nothing for a full minute. He should go over and check on her. He really should. But... But...
But, but... her butt... the mead mixing with all the naked talk and naked thoughts and … now not all of him was cooperating and he was less than enthused with the idea of getting further physical and visual contact and making it worse. Much worse.
Dammit. He picked up the blanket he had been wearing prior to putting on the pants and walked slowly and carefully over to where she sort of was. “Alright?”