Loki stumbles back, eyes squeezed shut, and mouth open in a sharp scream. She doesn't want this, doesn't want anything, doesn't want to be anything. She has a bone-deep fear that's rising up her spine and she can't fight it, can't keep her mind straight enough to remember where she is or who she's around.

Her give out and she's on the floor, face pressed against the earth. She's not screaming anymore, she's not doing anything. She's stopped moving all-together, her mind shocked into a moment of silence with the impact.

She just lays there for a moment, breathing ragged nails digging into the ground as if she's trying to physically climb her way out of the darkness she's found herself in.