Crinkling his nose at the thought of the Midgardian food, Loki backed away slightly. "Very well, then. I shall go, but call for me through the bond if anything should happen. I will be here in an instant." Then, tenderly, he cupped Hermione’s cheek and kissed her lips, relishing in the ripple of affection he felt through their connection. Pulling back, he gently ruffled his daughter’s silky hair before turning to give Harry a nod. "When you are ready, Potter."