In all fairness, when Loki protested he can't contain panicking children, what he probably meant was he couldn't contain them in a gentle, humane way, or without terrifying them further. He could certainly create a magical barrier, but that's not a thing one does to one's own children.
There may also be a certain sliver of his over-complicated brain fighting flashbacks right now. His friend's easy, reassuring agreement--and what a thing it is to have a figure from another pantheon as a friend--seems to calm him some, and the frantic look in his eyes dies back to resolute determination.
A few meters away and to the side, the god's illusions can be heard speaking to others: "Yes, this is Prometheus, a friend and ally to both myself and Thor. You may trust him as you would...er...Thor." Because Loki isn't quite sure how fully his countrymen trust him at this point.
One of the adult women giggles nervously, and he turns to look at her as if to speak, but quickly becomes distracted by Prometheus' activity. What they're making is part corral, part giant furniture fort, and Loki brightens subtly. It's a good idea, very good.
"Rindr, if you and Solvi would please try and gather the smallest children and put them in the center of that ring. Hild, you and...and...I'm sorry, Elgr, yes? Yes. Get anyone who is injured to the couch on the end there. This will take some sorting out, but we'll manage."
One of his illusions flits off abruptly, ducking through the crowd as if finally free to hunt out the strays.
There are several minutes of hustling and chaos, but the terrified children are starting to calm and the weeping is dying down. Even as he works, though, Loki continues to hold onto the two that are clinging to him, murmuring to the toddler now and again. Once they are all gathered, he can run triage. Once that is done, a solution for housing them all will have to be found.
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There may also be a certain sliver of his over-complicated brain fighting flashbacks right now. His friend's easy, reassuring agreement--and what a thing it is to have a figure from another pantheon as a friend--seems to calm him some, and the frantic look in his eyes dies back to resolute determination.
A few meters away and to the side, the god's illusions can be heard speaking to others: "Yes, this is Prometheus, a friend and ally to both myself and Thor. You may trust him as you would...er...Thor." Because Loki isn't quite sure how fully his countrymen trust him at this point.
One of the adult women giggles nervously, and he turns to look at her as if to speak, but quickly becomes distracted by Prometheus' activity. What they're making is part corral, part giant furniture fort, and Loki brightens subtly. It's a good idea, very good.
"Rindr, if you and Solvi would please try and gather the smallest children and put them in the center of that ring. Hild, you and...and...I'm sorry, Elgr, yes? Yes. Get anyone who is injured to the couch on the end there. This will take some sorting out, but we'll manage."
One of his illusions flits off abruptly, ducking through the crowd as if finally free to hunt out the strays.
There are several minutes of hustling and chaos, but the terrified children are starting to calm and the weeping is dying down. Even as he works, though, Loki continues to hold onto the two that are clinging to him, murmuring to the toddler now and again. Once they are all gathered, he can run triage. Once that is done, a solution for housing them all will have to be found.