"Excuse me?" Hermione’s eyes went wide, hands moving to her hips once more. "You are calling me petulant when you throw intergalactic tantrums every single time someone tells you "no’?" She threw her head back and roared with furious laughter. "You have got to be kidding me? The entire point, Loki, is that you told me you loved me and threw me away, back to Earth and without a second glance. Keeping Gwyneira to myself was more for her protection than to spite you."