"Change him back" Said one of the boys. Loki turned his sight to him intimidating and the boy shivered afraid. "Please. We promise we won't be bad boys anymore."
Loki looked to the boy who talked to him. It was a blonde small kid no older than 10, maybe the youngest of the group. He was wearing a golden medal that he won in another competition and a little suit.
"You sound like the most mature of your friends. Maybe you should teach them how to behave properly from now on." Loki grinned and then he blew on his face. "Between my people, the most mature men are the ones with the biggest beards!"
In the boy's hairless face began to sprout little signs of peach fuzz on his cheeks, jaw and above his upper lip who quickly turned into a shadow. The kid didn't realice what happened to him until his other friends gasped astounded.
"What..." The boy said as he touched his face. "I have a beard!" He kept touching his face as the hair on his face was still growing. Now his beard covered almost all his neck. "I'm a freak!!"
"Hey Max, last week you told us you won't grow up a beard because of your family heritage." Another boy said. "I think you lied to us!! Hahaha!!"
"Shut up, Hugh!!" Max yelled very upset.
"Yeah! Shut up Hugh!!" Loki repeated and then used his magic on the other boy to freeze him on his place, he can't move but he was able to see what's happening. "You're the next one."