Loren would never have demanded this of Anthony if he had not been so full of medication as for it to not seem like a bad idea. Of course he had thought of marriage before, he knew that Anthony was his and he had wanted to make certain that he remained his for the rest of their lives. But he had not brought it up for the same reason that Anthony had not asked yet-- he feared to be rejected.

They both projected such an air of confidence in themselves, and yet they were both desperately fearful of losing what little affection they had managed to cultivate that was theirs and theirs alone. To have been turned down would not be a blow that either would be able to recover from, and so seeing the small green box tilted Loki's lips up slightly.

"I can train you out of those habits, Anthony," he murmured in perfect confidence, reaching out to take the box and snap it open to look at what was within. "You do not have fault enough to keep me from accepting this ring and joining you in being married."

There, see, he knew the English word for it now, though he butchered the pronunciation slightly in his lilting Nordic accent.