[Loki felt a wave of desperation rise within him. This was supposed to be his moment of triumph, his way to prove to the All-Father that he was worthy of equality with his true son. Now he will be the man who lost Odin's heir, the worthless weakling who had not even been worth anything as a hostage.]

You think to control me using his life? You are a fool if you believe he means anything to me.

[Loki whirls on his heel and focuses his will to cast an illusion, the strongest one he can manage. He creates a bolt of energy, like an attack heading directly for his brother's chest, and then an illusion of Thor bleeding and rapidly dying. He tries and cloaks the sound around his brother's mouth, lest he speak and give away the lie, and attempts to replace it with sounds of moans that quickly still to nothingness.]

You have misplayed your hand, Laufey.