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Hob hasn't always lived a good life. There were times when he's done terrible things and even taken the life of another, but he hopes those days are behind him. That he's grown a lot since then. It only took a few centuries, so when someone else does something bad, how is he to blame them? Not everyone gets to have a countless number of years to become a better person, and some have fewer years than others.

The idea that Loki is not worthy is responded to with a light shake of Hob's head, but Loki probably already knows that Hob disagrees with that idea. In Hob's eyes, Loki is worthy of so much more.

Hob is happy he can make Loki laugh and blush like that. He's so handsome when he smiles. Whether others have come knocking is one thing, but how many has Hob let in? In the past several centuries, it's not like it was in the old days when he was younger and wilder.

"Uh.. um.." There's a bit of uncertainty in his voice. "I've wanted to tell you, since we've been getting so close.." Why does he feel so embarrassed? And his heart is pounding so hard. Normally, he'd keep details like this hidden along with the secret of his immortality, but he doesn't have to hide that from Loki. Hob looks away. "I.. haven't been with anyone since my last wife. That was... eighty years ago?" Oh God, maybe he should've kept that to himself after all.

In no way does Loki expect that Hob has always lived a good life. Even the best of people go through bad times, especially when they can live as long as Hob has. But Loki is starting to believe he knows Hob's heart and no matter what he may have done in the past, he knows he's a good man.

Once again, Loki doesn't quite realize that this same logic could be applied to himself with how Hob thinks of him, but as smart as he is, he really is bad at seeing himself. He just smiles softly, unsure of what to say to that shake of the head. He knows what Hob thinks, he just worries he's wrong. More than anything, Loki wants to live up to his expectations.

That revelation surprises Loki if only because he can't help but imagine that Hob would have his choice of anyone he wants. Then he's confused because Hob seems embarrassed by that. "Were you... worried about telling me that?" He asks gently, his curiosity evident as much as his confusion. Loki can't remember the last time he was with someone. Certainly long before the debacle around Thor's coronation. His reputation really hadn't helped him in such matters.

Hob looks at Loki's arm and runs his hand up and down, from Loki's wrist to his elbow. "Well, I'm hardly surrounded by suitors, you know?" Hob doesn't want Loki to think he's some kind of Cassanova. Sure, Hob can be charming as hell, and he's certainly used his charm to bed someone in the past, but it's been awhile since he employed those tactics.

"My conquesting years are behind me." He passes Loki a small smile, then looks at him more directly. "I want to be with someone I care about." Maybe that's old fashioned, but it doesn't really do much for Hob, otherwise.

And as particular as Hob may be, he wouldn't choose Loki if he thought Loki were a bad person. He sees the goodness in Loki, and how Loki handled the encounter with Ethan has only proven Hob's opinion correct.

"I did not expect you were, but I find it hard to believe no one was interested." Loki can't help but smile fondly at Hob as it occurs to him that means it is more likely that Hob was the uninterested one. He actually likes the idea that it's been awhile for him and not just because he finds himself in a similar situation, but because he's finding out now just how much Hob really likes him. He feels special and very honoured. And when they do make things more physical, he's going to go out of his way to make sure it's an experience Hob will never forget.

Where this man came from and how Loki got so lucky is a mystery for the ages, he's sure, but he's hardly about to take it for granted. The Norns have given him something beyond special here and he plans to treat it with all the care and respect it deserves. Because Hob deserves all the care and respect.

"Have I mentioned that I like a man who knows what he wants?" It's a bit of a joke, just because Loki is having a hard time understanding how he became someone for Hob to care for. Don't get him wrong, he loves that he is and will do everything in his power to keep things on the right track, but it doesn't mean it's still not surprising for him. Also, it's true. There's no wondering if he's understood correctly, no worries that he didn't get it right. Hob is being quite straight-foward with him and he appreciates it greatly.

"You know, we are not so different, you and I. I also have not had time for conquests in some time. Nor do I find the idea appealing. It is much better waiting for someone you care for than just a one night stand." Not that Loki hasn't had fun with those, even recently, but he thinks this will be much better.

Hob won't judge anyone for their one-night stands, no matter how numerous they are. There was a time when his track record might have rivaled anyone's, but as he said, those days are behind him and he prefers to live differently than when he was younger. Maybe there were others who had shown an interest, but back home, Hob had to feel as though he could trust someone. If things grew between them, they would eventually need to know about his circumstances, and there are those who might take advantage of his secret.

"I'm so lucky to have you." Hob tenderly brushes his fingers back through Loki's hair over his ear. "Every day is richer now." Hob was falling into a bit of a rut in his life here. Loki's confession came along at the best time.

No one is more surprised than Loki that he’s had a one night stand (or two) since arriving. Before being brought here, it had been an age since he’d bothered to even try to bed someone. All his time has been taken up with rather unpleasant events that had anything romantic or sexual about as far from his mind as can be. Arriving in the city had meant that everything had suddenly stopped and Loki found himself with too much free time on his hands. He doesn’t regret anything he’s done, but he knows that anything with Hob is different, special and he no longer cares to do anything of the sort with anyone else.

“I don’t believe anyone has said that to me before.” He speaks lowly, a bit of a shaky smile on his face as he tries not to turn into a blathering, over-emotional fool. “I am the one who is lucky. You are the most wonderful person I have had the pleasure of meeting and I feel honoured that you enjoy my company.”

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.

It might be hard for Hob to believe, but he doesn’t really know what life was like for Loki before. Not that Loki is unaware that he did a lot of it to himself. He still believes he had good reason for reacting badly in many cases, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how far he went to push people away who cared for him. He regrets that now and is doing his best to change his ways. He thinks he’s doing well so far, but he worries he’ll fall back on his old ways. Or this city will force him to. It is not so long since he was attacking people at the party in the university after all.

Loki sighs into the kiss, his eyes fluttering closed at the gentle press of lips to his own. It makes him feel cherished, even if he’s still not convinced he deserves that.

“Of course, I will stay for however long you need.” Loki can’t imagine going anywhere. Hob will have to kick him out at this point.

Hob isn't kicking Loki out any time soon. Hearing that Loki won't leave just yet lets Hob relax, knowing that warmth will remain by his side as he sleeps. His eyelids grow heavy faster than he'd like, and his head rests against the pillow, his cheek still slightly against Loki's hair as he falls into a peaceful slumber with his darling in his arms.

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