Loki closed his hand over the stone and caused it to disappear, returning it with the others before Fisk did something foolish like try to take it from him. The reply was not one Loki wanted to hear and he was losing his patience.
His expression darkened and he demanded, "Are you certain?! If you don't have it, then who..."
A thought flashed in his mind. A memory of the day he'd come for Walter Hardy.
"That girl... Hardy's daughter. She must have it!"
She had been so frail and weak, brought back from the point of death, that at the time he hadn't even given her a second thought.