The ghostly form of Loki turned and walked away when Thor turned his attention elsewhere, apparently satisfied that the moment had been thoroughly destroyed. Even still, that was a hell of a first kiss, and a second. There was no denying they felt the same now. No more dancing around it. He took two steps back toward Diana, a hand extended, and paused in front of her as if to help her get from the roots of the tree back to flat ground.
"Something bit my leg, a snake. Then my brother, MY Loki, decided to impart some words of wisdom, you might say. I'm alright. I'm sorry if I scared you."