Purring Potato Loki

Here lies contented purring potato settled beside me, warm and loafed, vibrating with exaggerated delight.

Then comes the ever inviting corkscrew stretch of satisfaction and the great revealing of the forbidden pouch fluff, offered up to the world with a yawn and an air of complete innocence.

The offer accepted.

Touch.

Touch.

BITE CHOMP ACTIVATED

Hand withdrew.

Terms of engagement clarified.

With order restored, the loving potato resumes purr mode, accepting proper pets to the head and back of the neck, squishing contentedly into the blankets as if nothing unpleasant has ever occurred.

Such is the way of Loki:
display the fluff,
punish misunderstanding,
return immediately to bliss.