One would think that Loki would respond to Thor's remark with a sneer piercing like a dagger, verification that yes, the god of thunder had only been a constant pest on good days for as long as he could ever remember.

But even Loki can't pretend that their kinship hasn't had it's remarkable moments. It's probably that fact alone that causes the god's face to twist into a scowl as he looks over his shoulder at Thor. Damn you, Thor.

"Trying to guilt me, now? You do have a knack for good ti--" Loki's voice breaks in a soft gasp and he clutches his shoulder even harder, feeling as if the breath had just been knocked out of his chest. He wonders if the Wraith's claws had some sort of enchantment about them, because he finds it difficult to believe being stabbed could hurt this much.

He loathes the idea that he needs help. If it were a tangible thing, Loki would wrap his trembling hands around it and suffocate the life out of it. As it stands, he can't make it back to the Inn on his own. The last thing Loki wants is to look weak and helpless before the son of Odin.

"Well if you want to be helpful, you could stop your useless commentary and get me back to Glinn." Perhaps it seems less needy if he acts like a jerk about it?