Loki's eyes lit up while he tested the weight of each blade in his hands, passing them from one hand to another with practiced ease before admiring the craftsmanship of each piece. Certainly they were reproductions, but were so painstakingly recreated that they were pieces of art in their own right. Daggers were always a welcome gift. He had several sets for all occasions. And the jewelry would find a good home when worn to the New Years Eve gala, while wearing a guise. Naturally.
Given the colors of the gift's wrapping, had an inkling who his 'Santa' was. After casting a spell, it confirmed his suspicion. Stoic and pragmatic, but strangely reverent. The woman with red in her ledger had taken some measure of pity on him. Perhaps due to it coming from someone who was trying to make amends for her foul past, to another still trying to claw his way out of a hole he dug for himself.
He tucked them into the pocket space, and would be certain to give the clever spy a nod and a smile to convey his gratitude.