Hob continues to move his fingers against Loki's hair, enjoying the soft texture and the waves that slide through. It's hard to believe no one has ever said that to him before, but Hob knows Loki would not joke about it. He can't help but think Loki must have felt very alone, even if he was a god and a prince among others.

He eases Loki's face closer with his touch and presses a warm kiss to Loki's lips. Hob would really love to keep on kissing him and show Loki just how enamored Hob really is with him, but that day will come.

A sigh, and Hob opens his eyes. "I'm tired. Will you stay here for awhile?" He likes how warm and comfortable Loki is in his arms, even if he'll be asleep.