@TravelMyStars — donned. It wasn't /entirely/ his usual 'style' . . . but it worked, all the same.
"You're quite welcome." He nodded, weight shifting again. ". . . I've not actually /tested/ it, but it /will/ work. I'm sure of that fact."
Ever so casually slides over to @TravelMyStars, gently prodding at his side.
"Peter-"
All day he'd spent planning this.
And that was all he could manage to think of. Fantastic.
@TravelMyStars — which Loki had no intention of doing /himself/. He just liked the idea of knowing that Quill had /something/ to defend against magical attacks, and clearly, the sentiment was appreciated by the outlaw himself, a bright grin tugging at Loki's lips the moment the necklace was —
@TravelMyStars — typically used by those wishing to fend off magical attacks." Gaze lifted slowly, picking ceased for a moment. ". . . so you no longer have to be concerned with magical /anything/ affecting your mental state." Again.
@TravelMyStars —
". . . it's a rune from Asgardian culture," he explained after a moment, somewhat anxious still but not as much as before. "It's referred to as the Helm of Awe, which, personally, I find to be a bit /much/, but." He shrugged lightly, gaze flickering to the rune. "It is —
@TravelMyStars — such as this one." Handing it over, Loki resumed the picking at his nails, explanation for the charm itself already prepared when he was given the chance to give it.
@TravelMyStars — nose wrinkling at /himself/ before he retrieved the small velvet bag containing the necklace from seemingly nowhere, flicker of green mist the only evidence of where it'd come from.
"/Here/. I thought you might find it useful . . . or stylish, given your eye for trinkets —
@TravelMyStars — long to do anything with it . . . so really, his anxiety was nothing but uncalled for. As anxiety typically /was/.
“I’m sure. Truly.” He nodded, tongue running over his lower lip. “. . . though I do, perhaps, have something to make up for said absence.”
@TravelMyStars Verdant hues followed the Zune as it disappeared from sight, weight shifting slightly. Loki had managed to convince himself that what he was doing was somehow . . . too much, even though it truly wasn’t. It hadn’t even been intended to be a Christmas gift, he’d just waited that —