"What were you thinking, Hermione, speaking to Harry in such a way?" Loki treaded carefully, unable to ignore the sizzle of Hermione's fury simmering just below the surface of their bond. He remained frozen in place by the hall, his body blocking the immediate path toward their daughter's room. Hermione was too volatile right now, and he would do everything in his power to protect Gwyneira in case her mother's incensed magic broke free. "He is your friend."