"I want...to be with a friend, and feel safe," Loki admits softly. "To that end, either of the above would be all right. I at least feel as though I can offer you some advice about the matters of ritual and divinity."

And that golden shimmer is strangely reassuring.

He snorts at the comment about balancing Megatron's mass, though. "Hello, I'm still a shapeshifter," he points out. "Matching his mass is something I'm consciously working on, but I'm trying to build up to it slowly so it doesn't hurt. He wouldn't thank me for injuring myself."

"Alternatively, I could just have him sit in the center and then myself in his lap."