"Has it occurred to you that no one wants to lose you, Hermione?" His voice was gentle, words choked with withheld emotion. Running a hand through his naturally unkempt hair, he sighed. "Me. Ron. Pansy... Hell, Thor and Jane and Darcy. Loki. None of us want you to die. Let Loki go to Asgard with Thor and fight this battle. Stay here with us where you have purpose."