[ a little bit of Jason's hair gets twirled around one of his fingers. they're touching a little—enough—for Loki to get the idea of just how much pain there might be, and if their tangle would cause anymore. the dull glow of his chest is ignored, as it becomes easy to ignore now. ]

Ugh, I should've nabbed a couple when I had the chance. [ he stretches out a little. ] Please, chastise me for feeling responsible for the barest second upon the delivery of the UNA's stolen weapons.

[ he means this. ]

This certainly makes want to swear off being good.