Feeling out of control was a thing the brothers shared in that moment. Loki had felt as though everything were spinning out of his control for years now, as if nothing had ever truly been grasped properly since that fateful day on Jotunheim. Since then he had been moving at a full-tilt run, driven by rage and betrayed bitterness.

He was a creature of manipulation and schemes, but even those had oft been the result of previous ones falling through or spur of the moment decisions. It had led him down a path that there was no recovering from, and yet he found he cared little. If he must destruct then so be it, but he would make certain that Thor and all of Asgard were destroyed in the conflagration too.

"What does it matter? She is gone, do you think speaking of her will soften my heart towards your foolish sentiment? I do not care for any of your family, Odinson."

But he does and did, no matter what he claimed. He was complex and contradictory at best, some traitorous tears escaping even as he pulled a dagger from nowhere and launched himself at Thor akin to a snake striking out.