Loki's ploy succeeded, pulling her loose of his shoulder though he had to clench his jaws harder through the pain as the wound opened further. His own blood splattered as he shook her, painting the tunnel with small droplets of red. She was outmatched and overpowered and Loki should have been happy about it but he was just getting more and more frustrated. None of his rage had been assuaged by this one-sided fight. It wasn't enough.
Up until that point he still hadn't really been intending to do anything more than thrash her, teach her a lesson and leave her bleeding in the cavern while he went on his merry way, but something dark had reared it's head inside him. Her heat-scent had its hooks into his mind, tainting the need for blood into the desire for more.
Loki stopped trying to shake the girl, instead turning it to an attempt to put his weight on the hold he had on her, trying to shove her down even as his paw snaked toward her shoulder, wanting to force her against his chest so he could put his weight on her, to prevent her escape when he would finally make his move.
"If you keep fighting," he muttered slyly out of his muffled jaws, "only one of us is going to enjoy this."
