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"I'd prefer if he left little piles of rags around than the pieces of metal or stone," Bruce mutters dryly, but he comes over and sits on the edge of the bed. "Vilhelm, you know Loki won't let anything harm you. Whether or not you harm something else is the better question..." He is amused at the whole situation, reaching over and patting the pile. "Come on out of there. Or better, come out when you've come a living stuffed animal for Loki."