Her body language, as per usual, said far more than she actually did. For a moment Loki couldn't even believe it, but she was a bad liar, especially with her posture. He didn't think he loved her, but he knew that he used to. Whether she felt the same for him or was simply flirting dangerously with some feelings that had drifted into her life, well, he didn't know. The small part of him suspected a trick, but he ignored it. Again, it wasn't her style.

The fireworks were still going off above their heads and Loki wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of it, and be angry that they were intruding so violently in this moment. "Don't mention the Allfather," he said, simply. "He has no place, here."

She was looking away from him so when he leaned in again he was kissing the corner of her lips, that part that tweaked up in a crooked grin when she was darkly entertained by something. She'd either slap him or turn her head towards him; in either case it would remedy the situation somewhat.