The return of the accent just brought more laughter that turned breathless as he moved. A moment or two, and then Loki found her rhythm with him. One arm stroked along his back and shoulders to keep him close, while the other moved to play with his hair and along his neck--and along his ears. Soft sighs of enjoyments or little gasps rewarded him. As did small kisses and nuzzles against his face, or half-formed sentences in Asgardian.