She said nothing else, a "pop’ signaling her disappearance. Once he knew he was alone and it was safe, Loki let himself fall to pieces. Fists clenched as he screwed his eyes shut tight, the scream that tore from his throat was terrible. With it, he let loose an onslaught of magic, a torrid tornado of emotions rippling through him as he fell to his knees. The wind whipped and twisted around him as he broke apart, unsure of how to put himself back together again. He’d failed Hermione, the promise that he would always protect what was his twisting at his gut. Thor had been wrong, advising him to stay away; but what he’d done was worse, listening to the words of a fool when he knew where his heart truly lay.