With the little female seemingly subdued, Loki took the opportunity to try to step over her, to bracket her small body with his much-longer legs despite the pain in his shoulder where it would contact her brown pelt, smearing it with blood. He pulled back on her scruff even as he sought to step forward, to push her tail aside with his hip. With his forelegs gripping her sides and her scruff in his jaws, it wouldn't matter if she chose to stand and endure or if she tried to escape by collapsing beneath him, because either way he would follow her. He laughed, the sound gratingly cruel even for him, as he pulled her back against him to take her by force and make them as one. No loving caresses to share, no love at all. Just a fury and brutality Loki rarely showed. She was his now, and she would learn not to trifle with him.
