"You lied to me. You withheld this information, and now it could be too late." Never relenting his grip, Loki carried on, his voice full of malice. "I ought to kill you right now, but you do not deserve a quick end. If she dies, Thor—if Hermione is taken from me, you will meet your end at my hand, but it will be slow. It will be painful. You will beg for mercy, for me to make the suffering stop. You will regret your lies, brother." He spat the last word, finally releasing his hold and moving to stand.