Loki was still, just watching Cricket studying the blade with an intent uncertainty. The smile eases his worries a bit, but he still feels those butterflies churning in his gut regardless.

What if this was too fast? Or Cricket wasn't into it, or wasn't ready, or somehow he ended up doing this wrong-

Focus!

"I can show you how to use it," It might be a bit awkward, but he could use a sword while seated. Hell, Willie would make an excellent war mount! Loki couldn't help the faint flush tinging his face, gaze skipping from the blade to Cricket again, smile turning somewhat cautious. "It's... well a tradition. Sort of. Gifting a sword to one's intended and all-"

His heart about leapt it's way out of his throat when he realized the words had actually come out of his mouth. No turning back now!