That was far more than Anthony had wanted. He thought he might get an embrace or a verbal acceptance that his feelings were not unwanted, but to have Loki more than willing to say those things left his heart an aching mess. He was startled, fingers clutching furs, before his brain caught up with him and his mouth was once more able to be used as something other than a fly trap.

He moved forward, reaching for his Master, and kissed him for the first time in their relatively long time together, for a Midgardian at least. It was sweet and soft, a brush of lips and nothing more. Anthony did know his place. He was not Aesir. He was not Loki's consort. He was his slave, his servant, and never even close to his equal.

"Thankfully, I have a good memory." Even as he pulled back, even after learning that he had the most precious gift of all, he didn't feel like his equal either. "I would never be able to serve you as your consort as I do now. I am happy for everything I am to you," Anthony said, sitting back down with Loki upon his lips. "And the only thing I will ever want for the rest of my life is to be allowed to stay at your side. The rest is gravy."