The word Loki had written was impossible to miss, despite the unsteady hand that wrote it. When his hand clenched about hers, she lifted it to her lips, pressing a kiss against the back of his hand, one of the few places not stained with charcoal and blood.

"Don't be an idiot," she hissed to him softly, but there wasn't anger in her tone this time, only firm resolution. "We're not leaving you to deal with this on your own. You do us dishonor to think we would. He was wrong to command this," she added, a bit more heat creeping into her voice once more as she squeezed his fingers. "All of this, it was all wrong."

But it was too late now, and the harm had been done, so she lifted a resolute gaze to meet Thor's, giving him a quick nod. "I will return with haste, my prince," she answered, pushing herself quickly to her feet and hurrying for the door.