Re: Boi-oi-oing.
"Most certainly," Loki said, of himself as king of Hel. However, it was a job he did not want, and the mere suggestion of it gave him enough reason to leave his accomplices and never return. His fate hung in the balance, after all... An inevitable punishment would need to be assigned...
She was gone. There he floated. "After you," Loki said sarcastically to himself, snapping out of his several minute long theatrical daydream. Heimdall's urging for vigilance had apparently been lost upon the ears of the Jotunn prince. "Keep quiet, stay low, follow me, and don't let the bloody bear wander off." He had a mind of his own, after all. And a knack for finding things he shouldn't be trifling with. He stepped around Thea, who looked a bit queasy and sighed before offering her an encouraging look to help bolster spirits. He needed her to make it down a few floors...
He pulled his knives and crouched his tall form, bent at the middle and knees, then forged ahead. "Whatever you see or hear, don't falter." The dead were bored. And sometimes fucking treacherous. Both could be lethal.