Team Anna!
Such odd, yet impressively pleasing magic the rift and he and Tommy's contribution had made. Loki would be able to appreciate it more if there weren't charging demons swarming the place and taking to their smell.
"Keep going Anna," He encouraged her, eyes alert to the demons pressing the fight with Isaac and Ariel, ready to overwhelm with their descent. "Your mark is somehow composed of the same magic as the tear. Much like a battery--er, they are a positive and negative pair." Just in case she wouldn't know what a battery was just yet.
The swell of demons that came with interacting with the rift was only partial to it closing, and the energy perhaps. But that was what she had her little army for. All six or seven of the demons coming at once wouldn't stick to just Isaac and Ariel, and Loki kicked an approaching scaled creature in the snout backwards, sword keeping it a level distance from Anna.
Another charge and he had Gram embedded into it's skull under it's throat, a lovely dark purpley goo bubbling out of it's orifices as it sunk to the ground. Lovely.