Mortal medicine was weird. But, it did mean the young man could move around on his own, regardless of how the smell of the metal and oil made Loki's little black nose tickle.

He's not looking forward to the trap being messed with, ears flicking ever so slightly back as Cricket gets to work, but the fox pointedly turns his face away from the human so he didn't worry as much about being bitten. There was however plenty of disgruntled grumbling, the fox forcing himself to stay still until he felt the jaws of the trap easing around his leg, enough that he could scramble out from it.

Not very far, both from tangling up in the jacket over him and the injury itself, but he was still wildly delighted to be free of the horrible trap regardless.