Hob’s touch is soothing. Something he hasn’t felt in quite some time. When was the last time someone tried to make him feel better? Thor had made attempts at points, his mother for certain, but not in longer than Loki can really remember. He feels a bit ashamed, but takes comfort in the touch. Yet another thing he’s willing to take even when he thinks he doesn’t deserve it.

More than anything he wants to be there with Hob, to be the one that could stay with him forever. Even without what happened right before he arrived in the city, he would’ve only had a few thousand years. But that was better than most could offer him, he knows.

“You would choose to stay, even if you’d known?” That really does surprise Loki, and it’s evident in his tone. He understands that there have been times when Hob has found people he cares for that will live a fraction of what Loki should and how hard that must be. It’s why he never sought out mortals himself. But he’s still not convinced that Hob doesn’t have a chance with Dream. He’s a much more certain thing.

Loki lets himself smile then and he leans in to give Hob a gentle kiss, just a light brush of their lips. “Together we can make anything happen.” He tries to sound confident about that because he wants so badly for it to be true.