"Ah, really? If only everyone else had seen it that way when you slayed the builder but I had lead Svaðilfari away, who had been the key problem in that situation." Instead Thor got all of the praise and Loki was hiding in the forest waiting for Sleipnir to be born.

Glory? Was Thor really that naive, or was he just lying to make him feel better about himself? It didn't matter -- it infuriated Loki all the same. He wasn't a child, and didn't need to be treated like one.

"Oh thank you, Thor, I don't possibly know how I managed to miss that." Despite himself, Loki flinches at the weight of Thor's hand on his wound. It's all his fault, like everything else.

Orbs of frosted turquoise stare at Thor with every ounce of spite they can channel, neverminding his weakening state -- sweat glazing his brow, colour draining from his face, a tiredness in his eyes... While the Allfather has his Odinsleep, it is not unlikely for the Aesir to rest accordingly when heavily stressed or injured. Loki feels a pull into slumber, an urge to slump over in the grass and just rest, just for five minutes...

"I can," Loki snaps softly, as if his abilities had been questioned. "I've sustained worse." But this was pretty high up there.