Fury exploded in his chest at the threat, so Loki cried out, throwing his dagger at the Goddess of Death. She’d disappeared in a wisp of black smoke before the blade was able to make contact. It clattered uselessly to the ground, skittering away into the darkness. Exhaling with frustration, Loki whirled around to face Hermione, ready to scold her for her carelessness. As he took a step toward her, he felt a hand on his shoulder, roughly pulling him back. A quick glance showed Thor’s solemn face as he gestured towards the scene that was unfolding. Tabling his anger, Loki paused in his pursuit, understanding that this needed to happen.