Loki looked to the residential guards from the realm that were not Dark elves come up to him and threaten him thinking that he did not know the meaning of the song. He raised a brow to the two guards for he was not unfamiliar with such threats. 

A pair of footsteps were heard as Loki looked to the owners of said footsteps to belong to Bard who came down from the stairs to stand behind the guards. "What gives you such an idea that this young man is alone?" Bard asked curiously. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword. When the guards were distracted by Bard, a knife appeared in Loki's hand as the guard could feel the small blade at his throat for them to see but the captain could feel one more at his back, aimed for his spine. "And what makes you think that I require protection?" Loki asked with slight amusement and coolness to his tone. 

Bard glanced his attention to the Jotun who seemed to indeed know how to hold his own, but his attention was back to the guards. "Your master is expecting us." He told them before he and Loki noticed the Dark elf guards were approaching. Loki sheathed his daggers and hid as did the brunette sailor.