“No, she isn’t.” Loki hated the shake in his voice, the little choke that made his upset clear, but kept himself rigidly on task. “Broken ribs. Concussion. Ruptured... spleen, I think? Internal bleeding is obscuring anything else. Everything else.” Green energy floated between his fingers, sinking into Valkyrie’s body to probe gently. “If you can understand this, dearest, I will kill you if you try to move.”