Loki looked to Akasha with a confused look, though noticed that she didn't seem to hate him or have any ill will towards him, Loki didn't understand what he meant about him having a touch of destiny about himself. It wasn't the fact that he was uncomfortable, but just didn't know what to think about what he had just heard. With a questionable, standing by his mother as she sat down across from the Seeress, the Jotun looked around the hut, not moving, just looking. When Akasha spoke, Loki turned his head giving her his undivided attention. He noticed right away that she was talking to him for as far as he knew, was the only suffering from grief. But he didn't know about something impossible. Only till he knew what he knew then how this 'something' was impossible. His eyes widened in disbelief. "Eric...Alive...?" He seemed to feel his heart lift, but then sink as he shook his head. "It cannot be, he was killed back in Asgard when those Dark Elves attacked the kingdom. Word had spread about his death." Loki spoke out, his heart unsure what was true in the first place now. He looked away, his arms folded and crossed over his chest, almost as if hugging himself. "How can it be so...?"