With furrowed brow, Loki made his way slowly to the throne where Gungnir rested against the golden seat of Asgard. Taking the steps one at a time, he allowed the suspense to rise for this was the moment of truth. His moment of truth, at the very least. Carefully, he wrapped his fingers around the cool metal of Gungnir and then straightened up and turned to face Thor and Hela. Both watched his every movement, Thor with hope and Hela with necessary precaution. Glancing at the power he held, he smirked, the gesture slow and purposeful. Lifting his eyes again, he quirked an eyebrow.