As the Asgardian soldiers backed away from the wolf, Loki's figure in black stood in the fog before them. "It's him! It's him!", the soldiers began to back away but didn't get far since Diaval was on the other end. Loki stood there before he raised his hands slowly and midway as he uses his magic to raise the soldiers off the ground. They whimpered as he toyed with them with an amused smirk, swinging them from side to side to shake off their weapons. Then, clenching his teeth together, he clenched his hands into fists so the soldiers were stuck together until Loki released his fists, causing the soldiers to be tossed aside to hit the trees, knocked out, and finally falling to the ground. Making a neutral face, silently complimenting himself for handling such a situation, he then notices one of their helmets on the ground. Kneeling down with curiosity, he reached down to touch it. As he slowly reached for it, he felt the heat radiating off of it and he drew his hand back in pain quickly. With Diaval approaching, he flicked his fingers, turning him human again.