Loki let him go, eyes closed, fist balled at his sides. He didn't breath for a long moment, turning towards the door, he felt a release in his chest. To finally have the decision out of his hands, he laughed a crazed laugh before turning and walking towards the door to see where the man had run to. He was like a dog chasing cars, he really hadn't known what to do when he'd caught it. He wasn't a killer by nature, he was a prince, consumed by madness. His life had thrown him into a pit of despair and he'd emerged broken both in body and in mind, he was just surviving and taking whatever pleasure he could get. This had stopped being a pleasure the moment he had realised his feelings had changed, instead it became a curse, chaining him into an impossible spiral of events that lead them both to this.