Wanda stood in silence as he mocked her. She struggled to keep up the appearance of indifference, finding it harder to do so with each venomous word. Thor was right; Loki's words were his weapons. Sharp, barbed weapons dripping with malice. She clinched her fists, channeling all her anger and sorrow into her hands so her face and generally appearance remained stoic. She was determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her in pain. He had relished it enough.
"Then why did you protect me?" Wanda finally asked, her words even but slightly strained. "Why did you destroy that gollum when you were busy fighting your brother? Did you know...?"
She unclenched one of her fists and rested her hand on her abdomen. She glanced down at her stomach, then looked back up at Loki. "Did you know I was pregnant? Is that why you protected me? To save your child?"
To anyone else, this assumption would seem ridiculous. Why would he care? But she knew there was a chance he would. He had affection towards at least one of his children, the stallion Sleipnir. The proof was in the cursed pendant he gave her bearing his likeness. There were many forms he could have made it, but he chose to represent the son he had birthed. Why, then, would he not show at least some concern for the child she was caring?