Loki had been out and about as well, securing supplies that they'd need while they were traveling and even going as far as to seek out some of the others that he knew were in the area to give them some of the perishable goods that he had. Some he and his brother would take on the road but the others? There was no reason to let them go to waste.

He was on his way back from trading with an older woman that had been in the area as long as he had when he spots the creature first then his brother. Almost immediately he goes still and slowly sinks into a crouch, fingertips brushing the ground as he tries not to let himself panic.

This wasn't the first time he'd encountered one of them. Hopefully it wasn't Thor's first time either.

The hand not touching the ground is held against his chest as he stares across the stretch of street at Thor, willing him to meet his gaze so he can sign at him.

Don't move. Stay there.