At the rocky ruins, Loki, sitting on one of the rocks, has been staring into space with an emotionless expression upon his face, while waiting for "his wings" to return. Seeing him fly back, he flicked his fingers to help him revert to his human form. 

Clenching his teeth, the corner of his upper lip twitches as he heard the news. Thor? King? Marry? He did this for wealth. This was not an act of a lover, it was an act of greed. Loki knew it. Men were greedy with envy. "He did this, to me, so he would be king?", he couldn't believe what he was hearing, and all of the rage built up in his chest with all of his magical energy flowing around him. Loki gave a seething inhale of air, as he tilted his head up to look at the sky. "AAAAHHHHHH!", he let all of the air out of him, screaming in rage. With this release, his magic shot up into the clouds heavenward, for all of Asgard to see his rage. After a few moments, the energy disappeared back into his body.