[An apology is the last thing that Loki expected. He reaches up with his free hand to cup Hob’s cheek, clearly feeling bold.] You have nothing to apologize for. This place likes to do horrible things to all of us. It was simply my turn.

[By the Norns, how nice was this man? Loki is certain he does not deserve him even as a friend, forget anything more, but he’s come this far and he can see realization in Hob’s eyes just before he speaks, confirming that. Loki feels a blush tinge his cheeks and he blinks, taking his hand away from Hob’s face and looking back down.]

I had a conversation with a mutual acquaintance of ours. She mentioned that our time at the carnival, on the Ferris Wheel seemed much like a date. And I guess I was wondering what you might think of that. [Leave it to Loki to answer a question by not really answering it at all.]