Arms wrapped around his waist, hands coming to splay across the leather covered planes of his chest. Still, he said nothing, nor did he react to her presence. His gaze was trained on the Vanir, amazed that he'd been able to actually go through with the spell. Loki always knew he was driven by a thirst for power, but never had he thought himself possible of killing to obtain it. She did, though, urging him towards greatness yet unknown.