I am finding this intensely hysterical and adorable.
Loki froze the moment she touched his wrist, he had been utterly absorbed into his actions, his eyes bore into the boys. He would be lying if he said he hadn't enjoyed the abject horror and fear in the youths expression, to be feared so beautifully was quite intoxicating and he was not ashamed. He was hardly a paragon of righteousness, if his life choices were anything to go by. Still he realised that it wasn't the best way to make friends with anyone, to show that underneath you were a slightly unhinged murderer.
He turned to meet her eye, his vision clearing of its enjoyment and he just rolled his eyes before letting go of the fool, his reluctance obvious. The thug fell to the floor with a pained squawk, but quickly got to his feet and ran towards his allies and barreled through them in his haste to get away. "He's fucking crazy!" He wailed pitifully as he ran, not once pausing in his fast run.
Loki lips contorted into a vicious smirk as he turned to the other group members, who after a brief pause where they looked like they might (foolishly) consider fighting him, turned tail and ran for their lives. They ran as if Hel herself were at their heals and the Chaos God enjoyed it immensely; mortals were beneath him in so many ways, but at the same time they were curious creatures and he was almost glad he'd not wiped them all out. Almost. The Trickster shook his head and turned back to the girl, tilting his head at her questioningly.