Thor’s hand sneaks around Loki’s throat, cupping the nape of his neck. “You have so many bad habits,” he murmurs.
“I do, I confess.” Loki takes a drag, sneaking a hand up under Thor’s t-shirt, laying it flat against his stomach. “But then, what would life be if we were wholly virtuous,” he says and puffs smoke into Thor’s face, laughing when it makes Thor cough.
“Bastard,” Thor says and presses Loki back into the wall to give his smiling mouth a biting kiss.