The Hulk's quarters were slightly unfamiliar territory to Naomi, and seeing as the giant himself wasn't present to fill the room, its occupants seemed rather small under the towering ceiling. After a relatively smooth reunion between Naomi and the princes, Valkyrie led them all back to the Hulk's room, because Naomi still didn't know her way around. The Hulk himself opted to stay in the training room since he hadn't punched something all day, and the others were only leaving to talk about plans, an activity Hulk had no interest in.

However after arriving in the room, the four soon separated into two groups, and opted for casual conversation instead of intense battle strategy. Naomi had no objections, as the strange time difference between Sakaar and Earth meant they had as long as they liked, though leaving as soon as possible was favorable. Valkyrie was always down for a drink, and even offered Thor one, since he had been trailing after the woman since their conversation in the training room, desperately trying to convince her that he wasn't in love with his brother. It was a futile attempt. Whether Valkyrie actually believed he was or not, she was more than willing to enjoy his distress and shove a drink at him every now and then to shut him up.

As Thor and Valkyrie were thus preoccupied across the room, Loki and Naomi were left to their own devices. Naomi had gone straight for the giant, lavish cushions and blankets laid out against a giant window adjacent to the door, and the God of Mischief followed suit. Together, they sprawled out on the alien fabric in an aura of comfort, illuminated by the light streaming from the window, side by side in familiarity in an unfamiliar environment.

"I'm dying to know," Loki laid his head on his hand, gazing at Naomi from only a few feet away, "how did you manage to tame the beast?"

Naomi laughed once, throwing her head back against an elaborately designed golden cushion. "You're making it sound like a Disney movie." Looking back at him, the confusion on his elegant features stood out, and elicited another giggle from the woman. Loki eased somewhat, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing." Naomi smiled. "I forgot that you wouldn't know about Disney." Wryly, Naomi thought to herself that in a backwards way, it was strange he didn't know about the franchise, since it owned the rights to his character. But Naomi forced the thought into the bay of her head, reminding herself that Loki wasn't a character on a screen, but a real person sitting next to her.

"Educate me then." Loki suggested, raising an eyebrow. She was almost surprised that he didn't openly wink. However if he was hoping for a blush from her, he was sorely disappointed. Naomi simply rolled her eyes at his comment, and cupped her chin in her hand, leaning in slightly.

"Some other time." She teased.

"I'll hold you to that."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."

If Thor and Valkyrie hadn't been more than a little buzzed at that point, they would have noticed the grin that not only appeared on Naomi's face, but Loki's as well. Only then, as the pair smiled at each other unabashedly, did Loki find a blush on Naomi's cheeks. However he was surprised at himself when he found no pride from it, only a strange sense of warmth that he was sure could be seen reflected on his own porcelain features.

As a frost giant, warmth was somewhat of an alien sensation to the man. Physical warmth was few and far between, as he often only found it when standing beside the fireplace in the Asgardian great hall. However that warmth was uncomfortable to him, though he was surely the only being on Asgard that felt such a way. Internal warmth, the warmth from his heart, was common throughout his childhood, and slowly trickled down into rare occasions as he reached adolescence, and finally adulthood. After his mother died, it had been a long time before Loki had felt anything remotely similar to the love his mother gave him. Thor, of course, was a source of brotherly love and compassion, and in their tender moments, which often only happened in the seconds before Loki died, he felt some of that warmth once more.

However Naomi Swanson was none of those people. She was not his mother or his brother, and for that he was grateful. From him, she elicited a warmth that Loki had never before experienced, a comfort that rooted in the center of his chest. As they leaned in together on the cushions of Sakaar, Loki found himself overwhelmed with the tenderness of the moment.

However when they ultimately leaned apart, the God of Mischief felt cold, and nearly suffocated under the desire to seek that affection once more. It almost made him afraid, and wary of the effect Naomi Swanson apparently had on him, even though he so craved it.

"Are you alright?"

Her voice pulled him out of his trance, and Loki realized that he had been staring at her, though she did not appear offended. Instead, her across her cheeks and the bride of her nose, a rosy hue could still be found, and for a moment Loki felt a spark of heat in his chest.

Composing himself, Loki straightened his posture as much as he could against the cushions, and cleared his throat. "Of course, that was terribly rude of me." He said. The opposite of his formality, Naomi only shrugged and smiled reassuringly in response.

"It's alright."

And for a moment, against the lavish cushions and the window shining light onto the smile of the woman beside him, everything was alright. For a shining moment, Loki felt right.