Loki stepped through the portal and his armour manifested just as his brother's had done, glimmering gold in the Asgardian sunshine. He felt the connections to the realms, saw the pathways and could taste the souls of a trillion creatures singing out as they had done before. His mind had been so cut off from the universe, being stuck on that island, but now he felt... "Freedom at last..." he grinned mischievously, his helmet shimmering into existence on his head. He was a King, a God, a Prince and now he was home.
"Only the mead from Brunhilde's barrels could floor your uncle, little Katherine...." he laughed and suddenly his sceptre moulded into his grip. "Would you like to look the part as well or shall you stay in those rags?" In his eyes, she was a Princess and a demi-God in training: no higher being should be reduced to mortal cloth.