"I very much doubt that. I hear you call out to her in your sleep, begging to be with her once more. You love her and love makes you weak." Stopping just before him, Hela smirked, clearly having hit her mark if the look of surprise in Loki's eyes was anything to go by. "You are mine," Hela said with a deadly calm. "No one else's, especially that Midgardian whore." Standing before him now, she glared into his eyes and drew back her palm.