Hermione's breath stuttered out across her parted lips, a combination of both fear and arousal taking hold of her as Loki pushed his body flush against hers. The vision ended just as suddenly as it began, and she was grateful for the counter behind her as it supported her right then. Gripping the counter at her back, she remembered quite distinctly who Loki was not so long ago. One part of her was horrified that Loki had been there-a part of whatever depravity Hela had invoked during their time together. The other part of her was morbidly fascinated by his obvious former enjoyment as he partook in such activities. Something about that should have scared her, but she was too mentally exhausted.