Looking at the man with slight frustration and the nervousness that he figured the man could see as well as the courage he could manage. He noticed how amused the man looked and it annoyed him. When Eric said that though he didn't trust him but he had a deal with the fae, he felt a bit relieved. Looking at the hand that he saw Eric spit into and holding out to him, he looked at Eric's hand and wondered if that was how humans shook hands. But Loki shook hands with the man none the less. Only if his mother saw him now. Speaking of which, once Loki had let go of the man's firm handshake, the fae looked around before he noticed something familiar. He then leaned forward a bit to try and get a closer look to only not figure it out. "One moment." He walked past Eric and went toward what seemed to be a structure made from stone that looked like his mother's temple he made for her as a resting place. Seeing this, he continued on till he got there and knew it was too good to be true. He went into the temple to see that nothing was left. It was darkn, decayed and no body that was to resemble his mother. He felt the tears fall and run down his cheeks. He would never see her again and he felt it was his fault. That he was unable to protect the Moors when it needed him most.