"She means something to you, that much is obvious in the way she protects you, and you her." Hela smirked, waving her hand to disperse of the blood on her sword before sweeping her gaze over the mess she’d created. "An eye for an eye? Isn’t that the old saying? I think I shall take my leave as it appears I’ve made my point." Pointing her sword at Loki and then at Hermione’s crumpled form, she added, "The next we meet, Loki, you will be mine or it will be her heart I destroy."