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here Loki definitely approved of Dionysos's way of 'making friends.' Food... ale... he was a happy Loki right now.
But what was the deal with that damn dog? Even though it was contently relaxing in Dionysos's pocket it still creeped him out. Loki had a strong feeling that something wasn't right with it. He didn't trust it. The way it looked at him before, when it snapped at him... It just wasn't right. 'Hermes' needed to pick up his 'pet' ASAP.