Perhaps he is just easily charmed by a cute, fuzzy face? Or a feathery face.
He holds still while the animal sniffs at him, makes a tiny squawk of surprise at the play-bite, and pulls his hand back as it skitters away. He glances at his fingertip, but there's no actual injury, so evidently it was just a game, and he laughs and puts his hand back where it was obligingly.
The wild little hopping dance fills him with a quiet glee, but it's not until the stoat hops up onto his hand and scrambles up his sleeve that he has an inkling it's not just a cute, oddly-tame animal.
"Oh!" He says. The little lick on the cheek reminds him of magpie kisses and seals his certainty. "It's you. You heard me after all."
He cups both hands around the stoat gently, which is the closest thing he can do to a hug when Loki's in such a tiny shape.
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He holds still while the animal sniffs at him, makes a tiny squawk of surprise at the play-bite, and pulls his hand back as it skitters away. He glances at his fingertip, but there's no actual injury, so evidently it was just a game, and he laughs and puts his hand back where it was obligingly.
The wild little hopping dance fills him with a quiet glee, but it's not until the stoat hops up onto his hand and scrambles up his sleeve that he has an inkling it's not just a cute, oddly-tame animal.
"Oh!" He says. The little lick on the cheek reminds him of magpie kisses and seals his certainty. "It's you. You heard me after all."
He cups both hands around the stoat gently, which is the closest thing he can do to a hug when Loki's in such a tiny shape.