Loki thinks of his mother. He thinks of her brilliance. He thinks of the things she did. Of what she would nevermore do. Loki thinks of his mother and he wonders.

Hermione knew books, Ron knew strategy and what Harry knew was how to hide. When someone bigger and stronger is chasing you don't run, you hide in plain sight. After all, what good was a Chamber of Secrets if you don't stow your secrets in them? (Alternate ending to POA)

She had to distance herself from them. Couldn't allow herself to think of them as real beings, couldn't let them or anyone else realise she could understand them.If she could hide it she could control it and then she could control them. Had to control them or they'd steal her sanity. What was left of it anyway.

The blue did not recede, it not turn black and crumble his limb away as he expected (hoped). It simply grew and he felt it under his skin flowing through him, the chill that had never affected him even when the others had shivered, going through him, singing in his blood. Blood that he now realised was not that of Odin nor of Frigga. What was he?

And play it well.