Get Down with the Sickness

Loki would simply give a frustrated little smile and a head-shake at all his siblings. Hati, stupidly insistent on climbing to his own feet - and look, those horrible germ-ridden wounds had broken open again in the attempt - and Baldur overreacting to Akemi's words - his short fuse was what made him so fun, usually, but it was a rather bad time to be having a tantrum - and then Akemi stormed off as well. At this rate the only one left here would be him, and he certainly wasn't going to drag Hati's disease-ridden carcass anywhere.


"Akemi, don't go," he called after her entreatingly. If she went who would be left that could actually stand Hati's abrasive personality? Thor? Unlikely his temper would hold through too much rudeness on Hati's part.


But miracle of miracles, Hati was actually managing to not only not throw in a colorful oath or three every two words, but was also managing to be polite as he asked for assistance. Loki, eyeing the oozing wounds with distaste, strongly considered just leaving him there to rot. He'd gotten himself into this trouble with his temper and his poor self-control, he could get himself out of it too.


There was the rather inconvenient matter of curiosity. How long would this newfound politeness last before Hati exploded from holding in all that natural hostility? It would be a sight worth seeing anyway. So it was that he sighed and glanced around at the few siblings still remaining there, and stated quite clearly, "Well, I'm not touching that." But in an attempt to forestall Thor, Hati, or both from erupting at him, he quickly added "Once he's on his feet we should be able to support him by walking with him between us, shoulder to shoulder." And I, he added silently to himself, am not going anywhere near that left side. He gave a shudder at the thought. They should just be happy he'd volunteered to help at all.



"Speech"

It's in my nature