What Loki lacked in skill, he did make up for with dexterity and strength. When Damian grabbed his arm, he swung the both of them about, his heavier weight (he was smaller-not lighter) easily pulling Damian. But Damian was far more skilled at keeping his feet and control. So Loki grabbed his arm back when he didn't dislodge him and he stopped just short of grabbing Damian by the face with his other. His thin fingers flexed inches from Damian's nose while the panic left his eyes when Damian offered a short cut. They were still a blaze of green still, dimly glowing.
"Right. Dream." Apparently he'd forgotten. He looked down the hall, trying to regain his bearings. He didn't release Damian's arm, grip almost painfully tight and resisting any pull. "So you're playing the part of guide in this scenario?" He tilt his head at Damian. "Odd character for you. And you wouldn't be the first guide who led me to it or became it."
Ikol perched atop a light fixture. "You may as well find out. You're always caught or dragged to the fate at the end." Ikol offered casually. "Besides, why not a guide? He's usually speaker of truths you don't like in your subconscious, and he is no liar."
Loki frowned at Ikol. "True." He released Damian's arm. "He's the most honest person I know." The walls creaked from the direction of the library. Loki stared that way. "Lead on."
So now at least he followed Damian at his set pace docile enough.