David slips his hand under Loki's shirt, tracing the water rune gently, a single drip of water running perfectly down Loki's spine in a cold, wet path to soak into the waistband of his trousers.

"Tell me what he said!" he says almost petulantly, but he's smiling.

"I don't understand it at all, really. Other than the lack of wings for the most part, you're mostly the same. Just as pretty-" a kiss, "and cute-" and another, "and Godlike. Only smaller."