"I am a friend to chaotic forces," Loki laughs softly. "Particularly those who would cause chaos for the betterment of those they love. I've not always been given to good causes, but...I hope you will call on me if the twelve of you and the followers you collect are not quite enough."

The declaration of jealousy doesn't sting in the least, which is interesting to Loki. It's a burst of bright, hot honesty, but followed by a declaration of who Aarne is, it feels like a claimed facet of his sense of self, not a wound or something to hold him back. This is something she will have to think on later, because she does have her own jealousies.

The hug feels like a little explosion of warmth in her chest, and she giggles at it. "Good! Terrify them. Make them jealous of what you can do."

"I like you." It sounds like a passing of judgment--a positive one--or maybe a statement of blessing, undirected. "I'm glad I came here tonight."

And the evening's just getting started!