Loki narrows his eyes at the machine. Perhaps this was a mistake. He's already seen how robots can be reprogrammed to commit mass-murder. And that robot didn't come prepackaged with a weapon it could barely control. At least the plan all along was to disarm it.

Sighing, Loki sends a wave of magic at the thing with a lazy flick of his wrist. And the force of that green-gold wave does manage to tip it over. Onto it's side, where it proceeds to do a few knife-propelled rotations in one direction...and then in the other. Towards Loki.

"Shit--!" Loki steps aside, sending another blast at the thing which only serves to right it. And anger it, apparently, as it turns right back towards him, knife brandished menacingly. "Ymir's hairy fucking balls, would you just--?"

The next wave of magic manages, finally, to tip it over onto its "back", dislodging the knife and sending it clattering across the floor. Norns. He is out of practice. That would've been embarrassing for anyone to see. Time to wander over and kick the robot for good measure before bothering to pick up the knife.