As quickly as she had agreed, Loki waved the sceptre over Katherine's dark hair, armour manifesting itself along with a shield strapped to her forearm for protection. Perhaps he was being pessimistically cautious, but his only daughter's half-mortal life was on the line if the scent on the air was to be believed. Loki had barely lowered the sceptre when the ground shook beneath them all and he glanced to Thor to confirm his suspicions. His dear brother had always a talent for jumping straight into a battle as soon as he came home. "Oh I did so miss home..." he muttered to Thor.
Loki's black hair whipped back with the force of Mjolnir soaring past him and into Thor's brutish hand. "Trial by fire, daughter; your time has come..." he said, the sceptre glowing menacingly. "Brother?"