"I understand, but it's the specific day that I must leave which worries me so." Loki sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to take Hermione's hand in his. Today was Blaise's funeral. He'd hoped that it would have been sooner, but luck wouldn't have it as such. He had to travel to Asgard as per his agreement with Thor, but it was the worst of days for him to do so.