He doesn't go far, allowing her, and helping for her to pull the shirt off his frame. Shaking his head a bit to resettle his hair out of the way, she's free to throw it wherever. Sliding his arm back around and under her, Loki let his body press more to hers. With a soft smile, fingers moving up to trace her face, tap her nose teasingly. "That's one."

Unlike his brother, while Loki was tall--he was leanly muscled. Frame more suited for a sneaky style and quick strikes, or for running. He could fight, and had held his own with his Brother for brief times before; but he was not as strong as an Asgardian physically, being a Frost Giant instead.