Loki watched the young mortal's reaction with subtle amusement. The discomfort both men displayed was delightful in his opinion. Nowadays, he avoided the manipulation and harm of souls he deemed harmless and who he held no grudge again. But that didn't mean he couldn't have occasional fun. In Loki's mind, this was just a little harmless game that he played.
Gorm's gaze flickered towards him, unsure whether he was given leave to speak. A short nod of god before him and he continued. "It is a blessed fate, my Lord. They are not just my gods. They are everyone's gods. How can you doubt their presence and their might when they have brought you here?"
Loki was quite pleased with those words. With an easy charm and a soft bow towards the younger man, he decided to reinforce them. "He does have a good point, doesn't he?"