He stood at the end of the hallway, looking far worse than she could imagine. Sickly, even. She felt something in her chest break knowing she had been part of whatever difficulties he experienced while on Asgard with Hela. Hermione had no idea what else to say or even do. She was afraid to take a step forward, and when he inevitably did, she found herself moving backwards. Now, standing in the middle of her room, Hermione watched as Loki stalked toward her. She wasn't ready for this despite wanting nothing more than to make amends after their time apart. Now, he was standing in her room, his emerald eyes burning with a myriad of emotions and she had no idea where to go from here.