[Loki understands hugs. Really. But he can't help not being used to such things. Definitely when they are of a rather unexpected kind.
And yes, being cared for is a great feeling. Having a multitude of friends is rather amazing. But he still stiffens into the hold, his hands pressed against his own chest, eyes squeezed shut. He is huffing softly, biting his lower lip hard enough to make it painful.]
I am.
[But that is not the thing that is bothering him. And he hates crying and when the first tear runs down his cheek he squirms slightly so he can wipe it away.]
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And yes, being cared for is a great feeling. Having a multitude of friends is rather amazing. But he still stiffens into the hold, his hands pressed against his own chest, eyes squeezed shut. He is huffing softly, biting his lower lip hard enough to make it painful.]
I am.
[But that is not the thing that is bothering him. And he hates crying and when the first tear runs down his cheek he squirms slightly so he can wipe it away.]
I rather... Can I?