"You knew I would, dear Robin." Loki murmured against Puck's lips. Then he focused on the kiss, and holding the other close. Fingers of one hand still laced with Puck's own. There were promises in the kiss, and hold. Promises Loki intended to keep.

"I'd ask if you want help, but I suspect the answer is no." Loki said quietly, space between them only to speak.