For once, he was glad how quickly two of the beasts had shown up. They were as huge as the horse on the water and as long as one of those Midgardian cars. Unlike his daughter, Loki could not tell them apart. All he knew was that none of them was the little shit that always plundered their kitchen. One of the beasts stepped towards the god and breathed against his cheek. He raised his hand and touched the beast's feathered neck. The second remained a clear distance. His eyes were fixed on John or rather it was darting between the man himself and the hem of his coat. Loki knew that look. The beast wanted to steal something that did not belong to him. There was a reason the god liked them.
"What spell did you cast on me?" Loki asked calmly. It was a calm that resembled danger, an animal that was ready to jump. He did not appreciate to be the subject of a spell he had no control over. So far, it had all been fun and games but this was a clear attack and Loki did not feel like the inferior of the two anymore.