Loki knew he had her hooked, lined, and sinker. He noticed how she kept looking at him in his newest transformation: all-black armor that oozed symbiotic energy, his once raven hair now pure white, grey skin, and a greener tint to his eyes. Even his once golden-horned crown was black and oozing, his scepter now a backend scythe, an unlocked power he didn't know he had until the Darkhold appeared. He's never felt any better, especially knowing he caught their attention, their eyes darkening with desire whenever they looked him up and down.

The two had flirted before, Loki making sure to have an illusion of himself following her constantly if she ran off, and she stayed close to him with her long-ranged weapon to ensure he was okay. Hence, she was the first to be healed and saved if needed, eventually leading them to steal kisses in hidden alcoves and rest areas but nothing more. He felt things were about to change, especially when he noticed that her once demure outfit also changed with the Darkhold's appearance.

Her full uniform was now nothing more than a skirt with slants on the side that showed off more of the delicious curves and skin he'd been dreaming of ever since their first kiss. Loki had to have her. Even if it meant letting everyone else around him perish and throwing caution to the wind, he would burn Asgard down to ashes if she had asked. The timer counting down outside brought Loki back to reality as he watched her sway her hips while dancing with Luna Snow, music playing in their safe house. "You sweet angel. Can we have a quick chat privately? I wanted to strategize better ways to heal these 'friends' of ours." He smiled, eyes flashing green. "Is there any reason I shouldn't throw you onto that bed and keep you tied down all night to show you how much your gaze impacted me?"