Loki wasn't much for contact, really, but when she started to lose control, he reached out to her, touching her arm gently and moving to stand in front of her to draw her gaze. He knew from experience with Billy, if emotions played a part in chaotic loss of control, that finding something to focus on was the best way to rein it back in. He did not notice, however, that when he touched her skin--much colder than ice itself--his own reacted. He was focused on trying to catch her gaze.

He started to tell her to focus, but she seemed to find her ground and slipped her gloves back on. His hand dropped away immediately after, resting at his side. It was very obvious that she was capable of much worse, but he didn't bring it up. She obviously knew that.

"I think it will." He agreed with a smile. Not once had he feared her power, and his calm was probably a clue to that. "It takes time and practice and there are people here who can help you without fearing the damages of your powers, you just have to find them. Or let them find you." He was one of the few that could handle the harsh cold of her magic.