He starts to giggle when Loki pulls him closer, and after a brief flurry of movement he ends up sprawled in his lap with arms around his chest and wondering why they don't sit like this more often. His heart is going triple-time, is the only problem, and now he has to fight back the impulse to tuck his face against the crook of Loki's neck and just start kissing him there.

He pauses, worrying his lower lip while Loki sings and pats the time against his back, and slowly melts. "Oh," he says mildly. "That cat. Ain't heard that version of that song before."

"Ain't heard you sing before, either. It's nice. Everything about you...just takes my breath away." And he knows he's ridiculously smitten, but the ridiculousness doesn't seem to matter.