Loki grinned at the expression on her face when he spoke of the cougar. Little did she know that he actually had, though admittedly it was an encounter that he could have done without. But his grin faded to a hard, unreadable look at her words. Not the words themselves, because she'd spoken similar words in her sardonic way, but the way she'd said it, with that broken little sound... It made his hackles rise.
"What happened, Weth?" Mercurial Loki, his mood changed between one heartbeat and the next. His voice, his posture, everything was completely serious, a side of Loki he usually took great pains not to show. The side that was even now screaming for blood, for him to rend limb from limb anyone who would have dared hurt the one person in the world he actually loved. This was not happy-go-lucky, trickster Loki. This was the Loki who would kill a god in vengeance.
His green eyes bored into her own mismatched orbs. "You will tell me, Weth, and you won't try to lie. You can't deceive me, you know."
