And that was nothing but wrong. The pain wasn’t dulling, and a Valkyrie not on her feet was a Valkyrie who couldn’t get on her feet, so say nothing of the gargoyle smile she wasn offering Thor, the near-blackout, and the blood on the floor the mirror’s glass had scrapiher palms.

Thor was no threat. Loki knew it logically. Thor would back down, call for a healer (probably Loki himself, given his proximity), be beside himself with worry. Still, unreason had taken over, and worry and fear pushed Loki to move, almost instantly putting himself between his brother and his injured lover. “Stop. Something’s wrong.”