He was watching her warily, as if he knew she was on the verge of an explosion. Rising slowly from his chair, he took a few steps toward where she stood and stopped. Canting his head to the side, he smirked despite the seriousness of the situation. Hermione's jealousy was....adorable, to say the least. "Hela and I were together many centuries ago. I was a mere teenager at the time and it was before I knew just how evil she truly was. When she attempted to kill my brother and Odin was forced to lock her away, I came to my senses and moved on. I never truly loved her, not really, and certainly not as I have come to love you."