Loki refused to stop for anything. He had a leer on the corner of his lips as he smashed into the first giant.
To call it a smashing would be an exaggeration of what had happened. He would be smashing into something if there was any meaningful resistance against his forward momentum. But there was no meaningful resistance, so his entire body had pierced through the face of the giant.
The second giant was already waiting for him when he came out of the back of the first giant. This giant had raised its colossal hand and was slamming it down on his face.
The sight of this black hand reminded him of a certain black hand that tore the sky open and destroyed everything it came into contact with. The memories of those unpleasant experiences flashed through his mind just before the hand slammed into him.
