Loki's solitude was shattered by the voice of a male, cautiously asking after him. Loki raised his head with difficulty, wild green eyes staring at the young male. "Help me?" Loki broke down into harsh laughter, bordering more than a little on manic. "Oh, little Valhallan if you could help me you would truly be a god, wouldn't you?" Why was it that every time one of his wretched family was in trouble, it was a Valhallan who showed up to rescue them? Why couldn't they just leave them to die off on their own instead of interfering with nature or whatever it was that was trying to wipe their evil off the earth?
The lanky wolf tried to push himself back to his feet but abused muscles screamed at him and he got no further than partway up before he gave up and sank back to the ground. A wretched snarling sound, half self-directed rage and half strangled sob, tore from his throat. Loki burrowed his head beneath his aching forepaws, trying to hide from the sunlight that suddenly seemed far too cheerful. Why was the wolf still here? Wasn't there someone else around here to bother? Surely Hati had managed to tangle with a bear or something and was laying around just waiting for another Valhallan to patch him up. "Go 'way." His voice rose muffled from beneath the shelter of bleeding paws.
