Fear and anxiety were making him irrational, his old self beginning to leak through the cracks. In the back of his mind, he knew it unwise to hurt Thor, the repercussions not something he would be willing to deal with. But right now, his fists itched to throttle the oaf into submission before he ran off to find Hermione and his unborn child. Their safety was more important than whatever may happen if he killed Thor in this moment. He was thankful he’d discarded his scepter, for the damage he could inflict would be far worse than without it. Who knew what he would do if he held the power of the Rime Diamond in his hand right now. It would certainly be worse than a bruised neck.