You're my Puck. That means mine to help protect, as well.

[It was as simple as that for Loki. He was still figuring out the layers of that and what it all meant, but wanting to help keep the other safe was the easiest and most obvious of those layers and emotions. Long strides brought him over, and he folded the other into a hug.]

You're also still a terrible liar, at least to me. You're more bothered than you're letting on.