Puck was quiet, still listening but taking mental notes. He noticed how she went quiet and filed that away. There was some deep hurt, but it wasn't the time or place for Puck to try to figure that out. Now was the time to just listen.

"Oh, no wonder we get along." Puck joked lightly before he refocused. He looked at the illusion of the Hulk as he was called, eyes narrowing. And then he heard the rest and Puck forgot to breathe for a second before he exhaled.

"You say it so casually. You were already weakened and they needed to-- what? Make themselves feel better?" Puck pulled his hand away from her shoulder before it could clench. He ran his other hand through his hair. "So the heroes of one world sound like the villains of another." Puck took a deep breath to steady himself and then returned his hand to Loki's shoulder, forcing said hand to remain steady.

"That's disgusting behavior for heroes." Sure, Goliath and the others did get the better of Xanatos, but there was always an element of just being fair with it, or at least it being an evenly matched fight. Xanatos didn't fight nearly as dirty as what these six heroes sounded like they did, and Puck followed suite in his own fights. They were hard, but they weren't impossible to win. Just a constant match of strength against strength, with the occasional advantage. But nothing unsportsmanlike. Manipulative, yes. But still with an element of fairness, even if it was miniscule. What was fair about beating someone who was already hurt?

Puck closed his eyes for a minute and forced out some memories that threatened to come to the surface. Oberon was cruel, controlling and power mad, but even he at his worst--. Puck opened his eyes and looked at Loki.

"Thank you for telling me that."