Loki felt his gut ache from what she said first. What he had come to hear next after she turned to face him, Loki felt his heart sink as he come to realize the truth that had been kept from him all these years. He looked lost, confused, and upset. "W-What?" He managed to say in a whisper. "A jotun? B-But...Why...? Why leave me to believe I was fae?" He couldn't see her the same now. How could be a jotun? Would that explain why he's skin changed when he used his powers from ice? How he was able to make weapons perfectly from ice he made without having to carve it? It was too much to take in, too many things that he was trying to wrap his head around while everything that was going on currently was happening to them. He stood as he started pacing. He left the sword on the ground when it slid from his lap. Ignoring it. "How, how!? Why?!" Was all he could ask. Unable to bare being around anyone and think upon this alone before he did something he may regret, Loki darts off, ignoring any pleas that anyone may say. He didn't care. He wanted to be alone. Alone to himself to calm down. He was unable to shed any tears for there was no more to shed. Once far away enough, Loki slowed his pace before sitting on a log. 

The dwarves had no idea what had just transpired only that Loki seemed confused and lost. They looked to Maleficent and Eric.