Loki felt Thor's elbow make harsh contact with his body, stumbling as his wings gave him the balance he needed to get his balance back quickly. But not without some punches coming to his face, stumbling back with each punch. Feeling as if scroffed roughly like a dog having submit, he winced and cried out as his hair was being pulled. His blood boiled in rage as Thor spoke ill of his mother and home. He couldn't even think of how Maleficent wasn't his mother. She loved him, she raised him. She taught him all she knew and even called him her son. He never denied this. He be damned if he thought otherwise. 

Grabbing Thor's wrist that had the knife, he tried to fight back the knife that was slowly getting closer to his neck. He then fought back with the use to his wings to dristract and hopefully overpower. Loki goes to kick the hand with the knifein hopes of Thor dropping it and gets out of his grasp only to pick up the dagger, pick up Thor, slamming him into a wall trying to choke him and goes to kill Thor. With his green eyes glowing and full of hatred, sadness, grief. However he stops, Loki's eyes change back to normal has he looks at Thor. Calming down he hears his mother's words. "No...I'm not like you." Tosses the knife aside and backs away. Turning to leave, wanting to go home.