[ It would be a phenomenally bad idea to fall in love with someone from another universe. It happens all the time, of course, he can't count the amount of superheroes back home who have fallen through the cracks of their own dimensions and who skip to others to lead two lives (Spider-Gwen certainly gets around) yet there's a sneaking suspicion in his gut that he would hate to be without Chris for long. The distance would be too great, after a while.

He doesn't want this to be ruined before it has even begun. ]

Alright. [ But he does think he loves him, or is starting to. So, what the fuck is a god to do? ] Alright, then. I believe you.

[ He settles back with him, curled more to face Chris this time as Loki brings his knees up and ignores the padds glowing off to the side. Chris's thigh gets a light thwap. ]

You're going to take me back to wherever it is on Earth that you keep hundreds of horses and make me pancakes before we go riding. Maybe not right now but eventually. We're going to spend some time together that isn't on a dust-ridden planet or inside a flying tin can, lovely though it is. We will be fine.