"No.. no.. this cannot be.." Loki said in a panicked voice. His breathing was irregular and erratic.

Loki was looking over his forearm and hand. It's blue, exactly like a Frost Giant's. He's a Frost Giant.. he's a Frost Giant..

Loki heard you calling out to him. He gasped and he looked around, pulling his sleeve down as the blue color from his arm fades and goes back to his pale skin.

"Sweet one? Is that you?"