By the time the Princess shouted for help, her mother coughed more violently and, in her attempt to get up, immediately fell to the floor; the cup of wine in her hand, clattering to floor, nearby, making a small mess. Thor immediately appeared at his wife’s side; his daughter not too far behind. He coddled his beloved, shortly before glancing at Loki, who stood frozen in place, with the chalice of wine, still in his hands. He didn’t understand: No one else, besides the royals and the servants, could access the Queen’s favorite wine. 

Did it go bad, and that Queen Sif was having a reaction? 

But then, Loki remembered that he served the same wine to her, earlier in the day, and she seemed fine. Why now? How could that be? Looking away at the scene, he looked down at the empty chalice in his hands - not knowing that the king was looking at him. [i]‘What have I done?’[/i]

“You!”, Thor directed at him, having to move out of the way, as soon as some healers showed up. Loki raised his head in acknowledgement yet immediately looked away, once he realized that the king referred to him. One might interpret the action as guilt, but in actuality, it was fear. 

Since a majority of his punishments were acted, by the king himself, Loki was conditioned to not meet eye-contact. At the same time, these acts themselves traumatized the Jotun so much, that he couldn’t even look at his abuser - if one could guess correctly - King Thor. He was approaching Loki now; the slave’s heart going faster, and his breathing picking up speed. “What did you do?”, the blonde-haired man demanded.