This was how Thor had originally visioned his rule in Asgard. Anytime a being dared to attempt to overthrow his reign or his father's then brothers would rise up to defeat them. It had not been so in many months, but this was a start of how it could be again. Thor's hammer came down on the hell god and then Loki's magic and for a time he thought they were going to defeat her but then suddenly he was knocked into a tree and he actually felt.. pain. Pain radiated from his back to his legs and for a moment he was unable to stand.
Looking up at Glorificus, he glared but took reassurance in that she wouldn't have the power to life his hammer. Not because he was afraid of what she would do to him with it, but that he knew that it belonged to him and him alone. Not this god from the depths of hell.
Fists of fury reigned down on him and he was not able to shield himself long enough to jump back to his feet.
"Loki!" He called out to his brother. It wasn't every day that Thor signaled for help, but he knew he was in trouble. Glory had bested him in this fight somehow and he felt her anger hitting him with every hit through his armor.
This was not going to be the easy fight he had originally thought it to be.