Loki froze as the shadow came over him, his hand half in his hair, his eyes closed for a brief second then he opened them and they glowed brightly before returning to their normal emerald colour. He senses something is different about this speaker, something horribly familiar. It's a feeling he always got on Asgard, when around the other gods and beings of his kind, his Seidr allowed him the ability to sense other beings like him.
The voice is that of a child, so out of curiosity Loki turned towards him, without saying a word. His calculating eyes looked the boy up and down, he was slightly unimpressed, though he had learned the hard way not to judge a book by it's cover. When he speaks it is with a dangerous edge to his voice and a slight smile tugging at his lips.