An illusion? Damn. No wonder he spoke of their mother. Gritting her teeth, Hela turned to the tree to watch him gloat. The more he spoke, the more he angered her.
Well, two could play at that game.
"Reason? Sounds more like sentiment. And only fools believe in such things." A sword materialized from Hela's arm and she threw it at Loki.
"You still came, didn't you? And alone? Sounds like you're the foolish one. You won't win, brother dear!" Walking towards him, two swords slid into her hands. She smirked as she gripped them. Did he really think those little daggers could do any harm?