Neither spoke for a time, the only sound in the room that of Harry’s ragged breathing. Loki stared at the furious mortal, unsure what to say or where to begin, but he had to know. He had to know what saved Hermione. He remembered a time where he’d felt a sharp pain in his heart, but he’d been unable to get away from Jotunheim, and his inquires to Thor resulted in nothing but half-truths it now appeared. His brother would pay for his lies at a later time. Clearing his throat, he voiced his inquiry.