Loki almost jumped as the images crowded his mind. A wave of irritation washed over him. Not because he hadn't been asked but because he was concentrated on something else. He had dived into the feeling of the magic in the room and followed it.
"Shush," he hissed and held up a hand. Then he wandered into the room, not quite noticing what else was happening around him. His form was filled with tension. Quite a feet for something that did not have a body. He had used similar magic. It was what could open bridges to other worlds. He had only ever gotten as far as to reach alternate dimensions of this universe. The magic did not feel exactly like that. Potentially, the creatures used a variant of the spells. With that he used the strings that remained and started to pull at them. Fingers wrapping into the air and pulling a hole into it. It wasn't as elegant as the quick spell the creature had cast. For Loki, it was hard labour. It wasn't a magic that came naturally to him.