Body tight and mind sharper still, Zap listened to the minimal exchange of words between the king and the hand, and at Thor's last words to Nate, her heart jumped, though she didn't move. The mask was in place and the bestowal had snatched the power to stand from Nate's body... and she leaned forward, ready to stand and go to him. However... the light was sucked from the room. In a moment, Baldr was next to her and Zap looked up to him with the hope he brought to her reflected back in her eyes. She was worried, of course, but now things literally and figuratively seemed less grim.
Nate was gone, but Minor had come at Thor's call.
Zap stood, too, then, joining the brothers in front of various thrones at the top of their dais. She took Baldr's hand and moved them both closer to Thor, then wrapped her arm around the Allfather's elbow. Sword, axe, bear, not paranoid at all. "He's going to be great," she nodded assuredly, though most of her breath she'd drawn to speak was still holed up in her lungs.
"Why is there never any precision to these acts?" Loki asked, having been politely silent through the entirety of the unholy union of Nathaniel to godhood, which he'd come to find out was just an excuse to prolong his life so that he may continue to live in the queen's pocket (and bed) for as long as she wanted him. There were essentially just throwing the man out into space (yes, he was aware of the irony) with no course of action and a small flicker of hope. "He isn't in Helheim," Loki confirmed, having gotten the same message from Heimdall that Thor probably had. "This might take a while..."