Loki moved both hands with the treats, which vanished in a shimmer of green to reappear on the table. Seeing Puck like this...he could guess at some of what the other was feeling. Fortunately, he had some ideas of how to help; his turn to be support.

So he walked over and wrapped his arms around him. Puck didn't need to hug back, just be held. "She's a child who knows no better. For all that she loves her Granny and her Uncle, I do not think they did a good job raising her. Not that I'm really one to speak, given my upbringing, but I don't think I'm wrong on that."

Taking a breath, and moving to nuzzle Puck's hair. "I'm proud of you, but I also know how difficult it was to avoid those reactions." Considering his first reaction when hurt was still to want to lash out and hurt in turn? Oh yes, Loki understood.

"How else can I help, besides being here and comforting you, and reminding you you're not alone. I will also say if either of them dares to show up here--there will be words at the very least."