Loki was quiet herself while leaning into the touch, before letting herself sink back down to rest against Puck's shoulder. Face against his neck, arms around him. "I don't understand why you would. Or why you'd...not be angry at me." It hadn't meant to come out with the emotions in it either--the worry and the confusion and the hurt and the hope and the long years of always being 'wrong'.
Loki needs it honestly. NOt to overly woobify but they've been through quite a *lot*.