New as it was, it seemed... well, it felt quite natural. It was as though of course they were supposed to end up like this one day. It didn't matter that they were from different worlds, as far as Thor was concerned. It still felt like this was a long time coming, and was just the natural occurrence of things with the way they'd been sort of teetering on the edge of exploring with each other. Thor wasn't ashamed at all. He didn't think he'd feel shame later on down the road, either. He wanted this, desperately, truly. He needed Loki as much as he needed air to breathe. He'd be hard pressed to admit it most of the time, but in his heart he knew it was true.
"I believe it is your wicked tongue that might be the most dangerous," he murmured. He raised up just enough to look down at Loki's face, and by far in all the realms, he'd never seen another that captivated him so. Even among the other women and men he'd dabbled around with or even pursued, none of them had the effect on him Loki had for so long. It could've scared him; maybe it did for a while when things were so bleak between them, but right now he embraced the hell out of it because his heart ached for this, for Loki.
"You're overdressed for the occasion, Loki," he went on to say with a little grin. "If you don't take those off, I might tear them and then you'll be cross with me."