The resentful look doesn’t deter Loki. He’s seen past the mask now and knows just how much this is working for the both of them. He lets out an almost silent sigh at the feel of warm hands through this trousers, his eyes never wavering from Alan’s face for a moment.

Zippers weren’t exactly a common thing on Asgard either, but Loki has every faith that Alan will figure it out. He waits with the patience of a saint and it is definitely worth it when he feels Alan’s hot and wet tongue dragging up his length.

“Very green, you lovely little miscreant. Please, continue.” There’s just a hint of strain in his voice, his eyes already dark with want even as he holds still, wanting to allow Alan some freedom to show off his skills. At least for now.