[Though he’d had his fair share of schoolboy crushes, Loki had never been one to let his feelings be known. Even when he was younger and had not yet done many of the things that had earned him his less than stellar reputation, he was well aware that he was not well liked.
Since arriving in the City though, he has found many more people receptive to his company, which appreciates more than he would ever let anyone know. Except maybe for Hob. He easily recognized him immediately as one of the best people he’s ever had the pleasure to spend time with and suspects he’s not the only one to think so. Why else would he have been gifted with immortality?]
Absolutely not.
[Loki grins and squeezes Hob’s hand as he stands. He’s glad he had a few moments to sit, allowing him to sober somewhat, though now he feels high on endorphins from having such a positive reaction from Hob. This time Loki takes the lead, moving them back towards the dance floor.]
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Since arriving in the City though, he has found many more people receptive to his company, which appreciates more than he would ever let anyone know. Except maybe for Hob. He easily recognized him immediately as one of the best people he’s ever had the pleasure to spend time with and suspects he’s not the only one to think so. Why else would he have been gifted with immortality?]
Absolutely not.
[Loki grins and squeezes Hob’s hand as he stands. He’s glad he had a few moments to sit, allowing him to sober somewhat, though now he feels high on endorphins from having such a positive reaction from Hob. This time Loki takes the lead, moving them back towards the dance floor.]