As she stepped closer, deeper into his sphere, Loki's hand curled into a fist. The sceptre and its gem were fighting with his powers, curling in on himself and that depth of anxiety that plagued him. The table cracked of its own will and Loki stepped back as it fell apart. "I said you should not have come here, Katherine," he said, fingers twitching a little. "You...you.. have no conception of what a monster I am. I am... I am not going to let it hurt you."
Gods, he could hear the voices. A thousand generations of warrior women fighting to protect the only thing they valued more than their own lives: their children's. "She is ashamed of me. You need to leave. NOW!"