[It doesn’t go unnoticed that he’s taken Hob by surprise, even in his inebriated state, but Loki can’t seem to pull himself away. He really didn’t intend on accosting his friend, but it feels like he’s been looking for him forever (it’s been five minutes) and with Johanna’s words to go for it running through his mind like a freight train, it seems he couldn’t help himself.

He starts to second guess himself when suddenly he feels Hob’s hands on his back and he relaxes ever so slightly.]

I’m sorry, I did not mean to attack you like this. I did not mean to attack anyone. I am not that sort anymore.

[He does start to pull back a bit then when he notices the scratch on his neck and scowls. When he speaks, his voice is dark with both anger and concern.]

Who injured you?