[ he's far too good at this, and it should be a warning. he would see it as a warning. instead Stiles seems to take it as some form of comfort, and Loki ignores that he might have given it.

then it comes, the someone like you part that gives him pause. his insides stop, but thoughts continuing to twist inside of his head like a knot of writhing vipers. it's dangerous, to be where he is, and the satisfaction that the connection brings digs up as much fear as it does solace. ]

Well, I can't exactly allow you to run rampant with these new abilities, can I? That would be utterly and completely irresponsible of me.

[ the little smirk on his lips just screams hi, I'm irresponsible. ]