Loki shrugged undoing the spell by breaking the same strand of hair he used to create it. "You were the closest person to use it on. Sorry, I just wanted to know it'll work." He said with a giggle grabbing the bleeding hand and placing a small kiss on it apologetically before crawling on top of Chiso giving a loving kiss on the soft lips with his blood strained ones, the rush from the spell still coursing through his veins, now that he let the kitsune hear his story he couldn't let him leave now. "Also just to you know I have a slight separation anxiety, so if I find you running from me again for another I'll reverse the spell so whoever or whatever you touch will burn to nothing, it'll be just bad as your banishment- maybe even worse." He was completely honest when he spoke his beautiful yet dark voice whispering in the young man's ear.
Loki smiled backing away to sit opposite the kitsune not wanting to be too clingy towards the fox-demon. "Anywho, I won't use any spells on you again as I promised from the start." He turned away from the kitsune before resting the burnt hand on his cheek hoping the cool skin would ease the pain, not caring if the red liquid stained his pale skin. "You can slap me if you want. I wouldn't mind it, apparently I'm made for the abuse." He muttered not paying attention as he scrolled through the pages slightly folding the edge's of interesting spells he would have to try out.