Thor should have trusted his instincts and stuck to the suspicions that he had, because Loki had decided that this would be the ideal time to rut and get the Aesir to feel for him something more than mere friendship. He knew that the Aesir did not equate sex with love, but he imagined that Thor was the sort who, if he enjoyed a truly sensual lay, might find himself somewhat enamoured.

"I trust you would have no objections to assisting with such a release of energy?"

He pushed through the water towards Thor, crimson eyes dancing merrily in the low light of the cavern and skin seeming almost to shimmer with the water running down deep blue flesh.

"Am I not pleasing to you?"