Loki concentrated on the link with Shannon's mind while listening to Zatanna. He could feel her agitation, could feel the voices that were nagging her. "Stay calm, my love. Those are not real," he whispered into her head. "They try to get you where you are most vulnerable. It is foul play.." The god admired the tricks. You could bring down the most formidable of foes and slay any dragon if you could crawl under their skin.
Then Zatanna made a comment that let his concentration turn back to hers. He didn't like that he his amassed power was judged so easily by someone who had never truly seen him fight. He had always hated being judged so quickly and his daughter's disapproval of such judgements and the conversations they had because of it, had only festered his dislike. "As you know so well what we are capable of, why don't you lay out a battle plan for us. We will give our best to execute it to the degree our humble skills will allow." He smirked a joyless grin.
The god glanced into the same direction as the mage, through the open door and into hell. His desire to let go of the power within the stones was growing steadily. Loki himself wanted to see what he was capable of. The station was no place for it. He would kill them all.