He hated the way she looked at him. It was the way that Odin had looked at him all his life and made Loki feel like he was nothing compared to his biological son. The slap barely registered physically but it stung nonetheless. His hatred calmed just enough for his eyes to go back to their normal blue colour and not the crystalline swirls of the sceptre.
"Yes, well, in hindsight it probably was not one of my smartest moves, Katherine..." he almost growled and the sceptre was tossed to the corner of the room, forgotten. "She... I thought that she was like them. Someone pretending to be a hero, fighting the good fight for the betterment of mankind without wanting them to evolve but I was wrong, little one," he looked up at Kat with sad warmth. "She didn't battle for glory, or care about plaudits. She fought for the safety of her family, for the safety of her men-in-arms. When you are at war, you don't fight for your country. You fight for the person beside you in battle."
He turned again and sighed, shaking his head. "Your grandmother taught me that when I was a child. She didn't fight for the betterment of the realm at her death, she fought to protect her children. She kept Thor's love safe..." he slammed his fist into a wall, glad at the slight pain. "Agent Carter does this also. There is much of your grandmother in her eyes. In the eyes of all mothers and all true warriors." the plaster of the wall crumbled. "And I tried to destroy what Frigga held in the highest esteem."