Firmly grabbing hold of Hermione’s shoulders, Loki placed his face level with hers. He knew this argument was getting dangerous now, the temperature in the room growing colder as his inner Frost Giant fought to come out and play. "And how exactly do you believe that, Hermione," he hissed, glaring daggers into her bright, brown eyes. "Because I would love to hear why you thought keeping Gwyneira’s existence from me was for her own protection."