Loki lets out a soft hum of agreement, feeling a warm, honey-sweet sort of placid content at the feel of Cricket there with him, the feel of those fingers in his hair. It was mirrored enough in the way the light was shifting to those golden hues as the sun was setting, leaving him quite content to stay where they were for the moment. They could move inside in a bit, but there was only one moment like this, and he wanted to enjoy it for as long as it lasted.

"You're a delight," Loki pointed out with a lazy smile. "Normal or no, I find myself quite attached to you. Like trickster catnip or something."