Loki shook his head. "Oh no, you don't." Smirking, he reached up and turned her head, so that he could give her a proper kiss. His lips brushed against hers and he ran a thumb along her jawline. He didn't want a kiss on the cheek.

Especially with her being happy with him. She was the only person that he'd ever met that did not care he was the God of Mischief. In fact, she seemed to be amused by it. He liked it that she liked his ego. Mostly because she was able to keep him in check. Even Thor couldn't claim that all the time.

"Don't tease me," he moaned against her lips. "I'll keep you as my dance partner for life."