He wanted nothing more than to spit in her face, to tear her asunder, but he was too weak. He needed time to heal, to figure out how she was maintaining such strength over him. He hated what he had to do, but knew there was no other option. With a shuddering breath, Loki allowed himself to go pliant, his body once again up for Hela's to take if she so wished. Then, meeting her gaze with flashing emerald eyes, he agreed to her demand.