"I will enjoy that very much," Loki said, smugly. Just as he had enjoyed justifying the building of a huge statue of himself and his brother at the gates of the city. "Some, perhaps," he allowed, sounding unconvinced. "They were few." And Loki was bitter about it. But his brother provided a most compelling distraction at the moment, leading him to readily forget about Asgard.

"Am I not, always?" Loki replied when his brother called him wicked, resting both hands on his narrow hips and holding him there as he rocked up into his touch. He sat up slowly, pressing kisses over Locke's chest and making a low noise of pleasure as his brother started stroking them. "Perhaps not," he replied, nipping on Locke's shoulder. "Shall I find out?"