Inhaling, Harry contemplated the threat before glancing down at the phone he still held. "Fuck," he muttered as he exhaled, opening his messages and quickly typing out something to Kingsley. "I’m going to lose my fucking job, and we’re all going to end up in Azkaban before the night is through. Who am I to keep you from your family?" Hitting send, he pocketed the mobile and held out his hand to the Jotun. "Alright," he said, meeting Loki’s gaze. "Let’s go."