For half a second, Loki almost made the insane decision to try and fight Thor away, but the blink-out of Valkyrie’s consciousness yanked all of his not-exactly-panicked (but close!) attention to her body on the floor.

He turned and fell to his knees beside her, stroking fingertips over her cheek for several seconds, as if that would help at all or get her attention. “Stubborn woman.” It took every ounce of willpower he had, after a lifetime of practice choking down or hiding emotion, to shift from useless caresses to light touches and gentle spells intended to diagnose the extent of her injuries.