[ Loki is loose as a ragdoll when lifted and, defaulting as much as he can in every way to the smallest form available, twists in Chris's arms to get comfortable, a long tail spilling out over his arm. He tucks his snout down on the front of Chris's chest and snorts out a long, tired sigh, the scent in the apartment like rising ozone as the magic and energy is expended from the godling for the time being. ]
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Sorry ... wanted to snuggle. M'gonna nap now.