Loki recoiled at her admission, eyes blown wide as he staggered backward, gripping the top of the reclining chair for support. She’d planned on dying despite the presence of a child. He knew not what to do with this information. Irrationally, he surged forward once more, hand tangling in her twisted curls and forcing her to look him dead in the eyes. Ignoring the fear he saw reflected there, and pounding at his chest courtesy of the Rime Diamonds, Loki spoke to her in a deathly calm voice.