The manipulative little creature was winning at Loki's own game. Loki did his best not to squirm and upset the cub's balance but he was having a hard time resisting the adorable. His eyes flickered to Coulson with an almost helpless expression in them before quickly darting back to the cub. Carefully, he laid a hand on Clint's head and began to scratch behind the ears.

:Coulson will be upset, you know, if I let you out of his sight,: he "whispered" to the archer.