Without removing his gaze from the villain before him, Loki bared his teeth as he spoke. "Hela. It appears death itself has managed to escape her cage, at last." With a start, Loki tensed, staring at Hermione out of the corner of his eye. "Why do you ask? Have you heard of her before?" A suspicion was growing in Loki’s gut, but he refused to believe it until she spoke the truth aloud. It would be a worst case scenario, one that would rip his heart to shreds before he tore the realms apart, leaving nothing but ruin in his wake.