The silence was deafening as Loki stared at Thor. The idiocy of his statement made the Jotun want to rip the god of thunder’s heart out and feed it to Fenrir if he’d still been alive. Without thinking, Loki felt the last of his sense evaporate, no longer caring about repercussions or what might happen to him. Battle ready, Loki ran forward, a war cry bursting out of his chest and his fists ready to pummel Thor into the snow-covered ground.