Approaches 𝑻𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌., tugging a lock of her hair /gently/ to gain her attention.

Flicks a grape at the back of ً’s head.

Allowing her to lean, Loki simply inclined his head towards the book in his hands. “A book of spells. However, I do believe i've learnt them all,” he spoke, gaze flickering towards her momentarily. “I see you have your. . /drawings/ with you, my dear.” x.com/StarkByGenes/s…

“So i've noticed.” Head motioning with a single nod, his elbow would gently nudge her side, folding the book and using his thumb to save his space. “Would you care to show any recent additions to your collection?” x.com/StarkByGenes/s…

Examining the sketch, dark brows would rise and a nod was given slowly. Impressed, but she knew him better than to think he’d openly admit such. “Not bad for an unfinished scribble,” he commented after a moment, amusement becoming clear as a soft smirk curved the edges of — x.com/starkbygenes/s…

— his lips. Reaching for the sketchpad itself and plucking it from her lap, the god would look it over closer. “Should you finish it, darling, perhaps it /may/ just look that much better.” x.com/starkbygenes/s…

Slipping in, once again unannounced and approaching from behind, Loki leaned down to 𝑻𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌.' ear with a grin. “Hello.”