[ It really didn't mean anything, if only part of it was a lie. It was still a lie to begin with, and a great one. Loki feels all the more foolish for not being able to see it sooner, cursing himself for allowing the walls to crumble down.

The god flinches at the touch, meaning to turn away from it entirely. But he has longed for Eliot's touch for so long, no matter how badly he wants to tell himself to get away, his body does not obey. Curse it.

But he does step back when Eliot collapses against him. Idly, he wonders why he hasn't just obliterated Eliot to tiny pieces already, but perhaps he wanted him to suffer more. Suffer just as Loki is, hurting as much as Loki is.

But ...

Loki is suddenly screaming at him, backhanding Eliot across the face and kicking him until he's flat on the ground. He steps over him, crouching down on the ground beside him and grasping the wolf's shirt collar. The god's expression is nothing short of vengeful-- or it would, if not for the tears welling in his eyes. ]

How dare you do this to me, Eliot Spencer! You persist with your lies even now, as I'm about to kill you for breaking my heart, for what? Pity? Do you dare try to convince me once more of your lies as you bleed to death beneath me?

You deceived me, mongrel. I have been deceived for well over a thousand years from those who claimed to love me, and I had been so foolish to believe you were different when you are just as cruel to me as they were. I will never forgive you.

[ Something very strange to say even as his hands are already casting healing spells. ]