He had enough. Loki had gone too far and his body was a bundle of tension. Some of it needed to be released. Usually, Maedhros was the picture of control. He knew his temper was bad and, from experience, he knew to be patient with himself and others. If he felt his anger riled, he would take himself away from others until he calmed.

Unfortunately he was too far gone to do that now. With his hand balled into a fist, eyes flashing with a fire of their own, he aimed a punch at the stranger's face. No. He was beyond words.

This was what you thought of your wit, Loki.