The Valhallan wolf was damn stubborn, Loki had to give him that. The black wolf uncovered his face to give the healer a glare that, if the world were merciful, would incinerate him on the spot. But of course the world would not, could not have mercy on someone like him and the Valhallan was left whole and unharmed. He even moved closer to offer Loki some sort of plant goo. Mercy... Helpless laughter once more bubbled up from his chest to shatter the quiet he'd fallen into. "If you were smart, Valhallan, you would put poison in that potion of yours." His teeth bared in a grin and Loki might have lunged for him, just for a laugh, if he'd had the strength for it.
A third voice rang out, a feminine voice of authority and for a moment Loki expected it to be the Valhallan healer who'd plagued him before, but no, it was yet another of the busybody wolves. "Oh, for goodness sake, don't you people have anyone else to bother," he snapped as he rolled his eyes. Can't you see when a wolf just wants to rid the world of his own foul presence? Just leave me to die and get it over with. Maybe the first wolf had put poison in the goo both wolves were expecting him to eat. Maybe he should eat it and let them send him out of this world quietly instead of in blood and fire like he deserved. He'd just left her there wounded to die terrified and alone...
With a venomous glare at the female that unexpectedly swam wetly, he half-snarled, "I don't want help. I don't want his help, or your help, or Erani-of-Valhalla's help, or any of your damn pack or your damn herbs or..." His breath hitched painfully in his chest. Mortified, Loki had to dig his claws into the ground to regain control before he would have burst into tears. Hroovitnir was probably laughing in his grave to see him now, the fucking bastard.
"Speech"
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