The god enjoyed the feeling of the massive creature moving through the air. It was raw power. Loki liked power.
He had listened to Zatanna's explanation and a smirk formed on his lips. "Let's make him hated then..." This was what he was born to do. When Loki needed a distraction, he only rarely used himself. Someone needed to take the fall for this and why not blame it on a demon? Zatanna hated them and her hatred only urged him on. He let the power of the mind stone wander. It tore at his body but right now he did not care. Magic latched onto groups of demons. Some only a handful in size, some a few dozen. He would make them rally and he enjoyed it far too much.
A group not too far away was the first one jumping into action. "For Wotan!" was the scream that echoed through their mouths before the brawl began. Other groups in neighbouring streets quickly joined and Loki let spread. "Let's find a spot to land. You should be and to isolate a demon among the chaos and we should be able to overwhelm a bank." He had no doubt in that.