Moriarty's words were not without their effect, of course - because he had a point: never, in any of the legends or stories about him, was he simply good. Oh, there were certain instances where he was on the side of good, but they usually ended with him wandering off, back towards whatever personal goals he might have had - if not revealing that the whole thing had been an elaborate trap or trick. Loki was fairly certain this was the only world where he was anything different.
Perhaps that should have been confidence inspiring - because surely there had to be one, right? One world where he was not a monster. One. This one.
But, then, if he were to return... Moriarty was right. This, what he had built here, would not last. Even if he stayed here, eventually the others would lose faith in him, he would slip, and then it would be over.
The words had no visible effect, however; Loki was not going to give him this moment. This was Loki's victory, and it would not be soured by Moriarty and his seeds of distress. They would return, later, perhaps - but now, he merely shrugged one shoulder, a loose motion that felt out of place on him, "If I am the villain, I will inevitably pay the price of my deeds. As will you." He folded his arms, taking a step backwards, then another. "Further, Emma Swan is not yours. I believe that was already clearly demonstrated, was it not? You would do well to stop referring to her that way."
>"You miss it don't you. How easily that power came to you. [...] I think you're exactly what I suspected Loki. Exactly."
Loki turned, this time, turned his back to the pathetic creature in his traps and moved to the table nearest to the door.
"I believe I have sufficient power, here, actually. I managed to outwit you, and overpower your little devil, didn't I?" An unseen smirk darkened his face as he picked up his phone, sending a quick I have him to Emma's phone, followed by the address she would need. "I sincerely doubt you had expected that."