Loki had never felt so proud of himself in a long time. Not like this. Hearing his mother's shout to his call, he said nothing but agreed as many others shouted in agreement. He looked over to Eric as he felt relieved that they were not alone. 

The following days once the men and Loki himself were ready and suited for battle, Loki had told the Dwarves that they would be the only ones able to go in without being spotted and so told him how to get inside the walls to raise the gate. The dwarves now in the sewer to raise the gate for loki and his army. "We're promised gold, and what do we get? Poo!" Nion complained as they walked through the sewage. Gort was he next to complain. "Wurgh! That looks like one of mine!" Some of the others rolled their eyes. 

While waiting on the dwarves, the army on horse back and slowly making their way toward the castle. Loki was dressed in not only his robes but armor similar to his old armor and a horned helmet. The sword that was given to him and Maleficent enchanted and a scepter that he seemed content with and well balanced to his needs. He was worried for the dwarves but had a feeling that they would succeed.