As before, Loki’s first reaction was not helpful: he shrieked like a small child. Right after that, he fell back a couple of steps to try and get out of the reach of the darts and shape shifted into something low enough to the ground that they passed over anyway. (A green snake with black eyes that would have been very familiar to Thor.)
After that he panicked a little. Thor was on the ground, he wasn’t moving, that was a lot of stabbing, and what should he do? Yes, he stabbed Thor a fair amount, but that was just fun, this wasn’t fun. Loki slithered over to his brother’s body, shifting back to himself only when he was sure the darts were gone.
What to do. What to do. He reached out gingerly to touch Thor’s throat. That was where the pulse was. Right? Yes. Pulse first. Or fourth or whatever. “Don’t be dead, brother. Thor. Please don’t be dead.”
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Date: 2018-10-30 01:21 am (UTC)After that he panicked a little. Thor was on the ground, he wasn’t moving, that was a lot of stabbing, and what should he do? Yes, he stabbed Thor a fair amount, but that was just fun, this wasn’t fun. Loki slithered over to his brother’s body, shifting back to himself only when he was sure the darts were gone.
What to do. What to do. He reached out gingerly to touch Thor’s throat. That was where the pulse was. Right? Yes. Pulse first. Or fourth or whatever. “Don’t be dead, brother. Thor. Please don’t be dead.”