Continuing his endless pacing, Loki tried not to let his emotions get the best of him. Thor was waiting for him to answer a question he knew was inevitable, but was irksome nonetheless. Will you be returning to Jotunheim? Of course he would, but how? That was the true question, the one that needed answered. Without discussing this with Hermione, he could not give Thor a proper answer. Stopping, Loki glared up at the cloudless night sky, his fists clenching as anger bubbled unreasonably inside his chest. Pivoting, he stalked back towards where Thor stood waiting, an uneasy expression on is normally cheerful face.