He was getting there at least. Nestling easily into Steve's grasp without hesitation, though there was a pause for Loki to glance up at him briefly at the comment and the reminder inherent in the words. He wasn't sure what he'd done to deserve it, but he'd somehow earned Steve's friendship, and he... wasn't sure how he felt.
Glad to be sure. Grateful definitely. But scared too. It just meant when something went wrong, Steve would be in line to get hurt, and Loki wasn't sure how he felt about that.
But whatever he was thinking, there was a quiet, disgruntled sort of huff when Steve had to release his hold on Loki, only settled somewhat when it was clear that the shift was only to change his grip. Loki knew Steve was strong enough to lift him, even if getting him out of the tub was a bit of an awkward angle. When Steve straightened, the trickster just shifted to burrow a bit more securely into his grasp, fingers curling in against his shirt as he hid his face against his shoulder.
"...On th'end." Mumbled a bit more than spoken, but he was unwilling to uncurl from how he'd settled in any way at least for the moment.
And luckily the room itself would be easy enough to navigate, fairly neat and organized if not for the absolute tangle that was his blankets and pillows, but that was nothing new. He never was one to make his bed.
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Date: 2017-06-17 06:36 am (UTC)Glad to be sure. Grateful definitely. But scared too. It just meant when something went wrong, Steve would be in line to get hurt, and Loki wasn't sure how he felt about that.
But whatever he was thinking, there was a quiet, disgruntled sort of huff when Steve had to release his hold on Loki, only settled somewhat when it was clear that the shift was only to change his grip. Loki knew Steve was strong enough to lift him, even if getting him out of the tub was a bit of an awkward angle. When Steve straightened, the trickster just shifted to burrow a bit more securely into his grasp, fingers curling in against his shirt as he hid his face against his shoulder.
"...On th'end." Mumbled a bit more than spoken, but he was unwilling to uncurl from how he'd settled in any way at least for the moment.
And luckily the room itself would be easy enough to navigate, fairly neat and organized if not for the absolute tangle that was his blankets and pillows, but that was nothing new. He never was one to make his bed.