The wind blew as Eric finished his apology towards the one that was dearest to him. Feeling a weight on the left side of his body, he finally turned his head to see Loki laying his head on his shoulder. Making a reassuring smile on his face, the huntsman reached for the Jotun's hand, holding it in a gentle squeeze before raising them up so they were between their faces. Placing a soft kiss on the Jotun's cold hand, Eric kept his gaze on the Jotun while he moved his hand so Loki's hand was against his own as if it was a still high five. His fingers matching the once-fae's own hand.