Curiosity, Loki found, was a dual-edged blade and it was easy to cut yourself fatally with it. Learning what he truly was and the nightmares and betrayals that followed that revelation was wrought upon him simply because he chased that curiosity. All of the frost giant's world was turned on its ear and returning to that simpler time, to when he was an outcast but not an exile, distrusted but not despised. His half-hearted quest for the throne, sought only because it had been denied him, would not have gone this far, to this extreme and he would still have confidence in his own mind and could trust it. Those times were no longer.
"That which is dangerous is always the most attractive," Loki stated. Chasing death and that manner of excitement had always fallen within the realm of his once brother, Thor, and his band of men, Loki himself preferring the predictable and the safe. Remaining behind had never lasted long as Loki would follow his brother under the guise of ensuring he did not get himself killed but truthfully, he never wanted to be left behind. "A creature as old as these are rare to find, rarer still to see them still living. Danger or no, I would not have let the opportunity escape me."
At times Loki forgot that the people of Midgard were not familiar with magic, did not readily believe in it. Holding his hand out, spirals of green pulled the coin back into this plane, holding it over his palm delicately. "This is nothing." Again the coin vanished. "Parlour tricks compared to what I am truly capable of."