[ Loki, admirably, keeps his focus.

the walls are closing together, filling the gap with both answers and constraint of time. there's not a moment that he can spare to think about his own twisted expectations, and instead all he can do is something with what he has now.

damn King Loki, damn Asgard, and damn himself. ]

What happened to her? I do have to press at how essential this is. We are in the middle of a battle, after all.

[ then, for the briefest moment, he's very thankful for Anakin beside him. ]