Loki's grin did not falter as he jumped off the back of the dragon. If his heart would still be beating, it would be racing right now. Excitement was rushing over him. He embraced the pain when he called on the stones to get a detailed layout of the bank ahead of him and the people occupying it. There was a back entrance. Loki split himself into two. Not him and an illusion. The pain it caused made him shudder. It rippled up his arm and caused it to rot is flesh ever so slightly.
His second self slipped away through the already stirring crowd. No one noticed the meagre figure, not when there was a creature of fire and death hovering in front of them. "I will follow your lead, my love," he whispered into Shannon's mind and started to let the power gem fester his body.