There was no rushing to completion, though that would happen too. Loki may not have been aware of all the emotions swirling in her, volatile and ever changing. But she was aware of what Puck was saying and had said to her before, was showing her even now. She was grateful for it, and terrified that she wasn't worth it. But she was also not giving him up.

That shaky breath had her breathing out a soft 'shh' to soothe, and Loki leaned up to kiss his eyes and those forming tears. A squeeze of their twined fingers, and her other arm keeping him held close. One leg shifted to slightly twine more around his own while the other stayed wrapped around his hip. "I have you, my Puck. My Robin. I have you."