[ Unnnhphhh is a close approximation of the noise that leaves him, toes curling and legs doing the same as he instinctively drags Nico in to cuddle, soft fingertips running up and down the blessed arm that owns the hand scratching Loki in all the right places, never before so torn between squirming and snuggling. Nico can live in Loki's ruff, it's warm there. He's fine. ]
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Mmm, mmph, s'real good. Goodgoodgood ...