Loki could not boast the same about loyalty, not really. It’s not that he’s incapable of it, he’s just never met anyone he thought was deserving of his loyalty. At least not until now. Hob stands out from the crowd and is so much better than anyone he’s had the pleasure of knowing. There is simply something special about him and it makes Loki want nothing more than to keep him safe and have him around for as long as possible.

Of course, he likes him as more than a friend, much more, but even if Hob didn’t like him like that in return or he was ever to change his mind, Loki would still want him in his life however he could have him.

“I’m sure you have.” Loki sounds and looks a little skeptical. It’s not that he thinks Hob is lying, but Loki knows how important rest is when you’ve been injured. He himself wasn’t right for a long time after his fall from the Bifrost bridge and his little run in with the Hulk hadn’t helped.

They sit in companionable silence for a few moments as Loki also sips at his tea, savouring it as it reminds him of home. Something that wasn’t a pleasant memory for him for too long. It is nice to have that back, even if he can never go home. It’s nice, just being with Hob like this. He wonders if this is the right time to tell him about his run in with Ethan.

But before he can even think about how to broach the subject, Hob is putting down his tea and shifting over, inviting him into his bed. And Norns if it isn’t a tempting offer. He’s so tired and the idea of touching Hob, being able to feel for himself that he is alive and well would do wonders for his mental state. But is it good for Hob?

“Are you sure? I do not want to aggravate your wounds.”