"Didn't think you would be. You're not the bloodthirsty sort."

Okay. Okay no, Loki is gonna just scamper his way down now (pay no mind to him tripping over his feet and going the last few steps head over tail) so he can settle in beside Cricket and shift back to a larger, more cuddle-friendly form.

Well, as friendly as a Jotun shape can be. Not that Cricket seems to ever mind it, so Loki will just be winding arms around him and kissing his hair in turn, even if the 'fallin' for you' admission sends a dual thrill of panic and delight through him.

"Like a bad penny. The proverbial cat." He promised, smiling against Cricket's always-unruly hair.