[Steve laughed and leaned in, kissing Loki's cheek.]


Loki, I was joking, but thank you. For pulling him over, for caring enough to listen to me at all. But he won't stay, and I'm pretty sure you can't get a leash to stick either. Would you be horribly disappointed if I let him go?


[The movements against his fingers were down to almost nothing and Steve was worried he was smothering the poor thing. He treasured it simply because it came from Loki, but it was still a living thing. Sort of. He still wasn't exactly sure what a Coal Tar technically was.]