Puck listened, his ears picking up the quieter tones easily. As he was swept into a hug, Puck reached back with his arms to let them rest over Loki's shoulders, returning the hug as best that he could without needing to turn around. "That's their loss, because I love seeing you. Some beings are scared by confidence. Some are scared by egotism." Puck let his hands play along the nape of Loki's neck and some of his strands of hair.

"But I'm not, because your name isn't Oberon or Titania. As long as it's only at times, and not constant, I think you'll be fine. I know where my fears lie, and they're not with you." A beat. "They never have been, honestly."