The smaller dragon followed. But where his lover kept a safe distance Loki itched to get closer. He folded his wings in and dove, swooping over the heads of the panicked mortals. They ran like sheep. People hurried back into their homes or fled the village. It was such fun!
There was a bigger building towards the village's center. A tower on one hand, a house on the other. If he remembered correctly, they called this a church. A place of worship to their gods. In Loki's mind, the perfect landing position. With a single flap of his wings he stirred towards it and landed on it. The roof immediately caved in; his right foot created a whole inside of it and Loki had to shift his weight.