When her eyes flutter open, he realises he's holding his breath. When she actually utters that word, even if it is of pain, he lets out the breath and slouches back a bit, leaning his back against the leg of a desk. The arm that isn't completely useless moves to brush a few lovely red curls out of her face with a fingertip.

"I'll bet." He replies, trying to smile. "You gave me quite a scare." Loki admits so quietly that if they'd been another few inches apart, she wouldn't have probably heard him. He has her head resting against his legs in place of a pillow that he didn't have. "We are going to have to have a talk about you allowing weaponised soup cans to hit back."