In a blinding whirlwind of movements, Loki finds Thor facing him and shoving him to the ground. The weight of the Odinson and Mjolnir against his body is nothing like his own being pinned down on his broken arm, and he gives a growling cry through gritted teeth. He doesn't even know his body is beginning to tremble at the hot, ripping pain that seems to spead farther from the break than is really necessary.
Thor won't even respond to his taunts now. In the deepest recesses of Loki's mind, that scares him. Is the heir so prepared for Loki's death that he sees no reason to react to his words any longer? There is no need to argue with a man with a death sentence, after all. Their bickering was reliable, expected, familiar. Had they lost that, too? Well why not, they have nothing else left between them.
"Have you nothing to say to me? You really must be out of excuses now! If you really wish to see me dead, then do it!" Loki thrashes angrily, yanking on the chain around Thor's neck until it is free, and uses it to whip at the godling's back. It's a sad, latch-ditch effort at retaliation. "Do you prefer to inflict as much suffering before-hand as possible? Or perhaps are you too much of a coward?"
Loki can take this no longer. His dread of death is now desperation for it. He is naked of his power, his ego, and now his life -- and now prolonging the inevitable is making it all the harder to anticipate. Death will be a relief of his agony...but the last thing he is going to do is beg Thor to put him out of his misery. Even without his pride, he will shield the empty spot where it used to be. He is capable of nothing else.
SUPA MAD BRO
Thor won't even respond to his taunts now. In the deepest recesses of Loki's mind, that scares him. Is the heir so prepared for Loki's death that he sees no reason to react to his words any longer? There is no need to argue with a man with a death sentence, after all. Their bickering was reliable, expected, familiar. Had they lost that, too? Well why not, they have nothing else left between them.
"Have you nothing to say to me? You really must be out of excuses now! If you really wish to see me dead, then do it!" Loki thrashes angrily, yanking on the chain around Thor's neck until it is free, and uses it to whip at the godling's back. It's a sad, latch-ditch effort at retaliation. "Do you prefer to inflict as much suffering before-hand as possible? Or perhaps are you too much of a coward?"
Loki can take this no longer. His dread of death is now desperation for it. He is naked of his power, his ego, and now his life -- and now prolonging the inevitable is making it all the harder to anticipate. Death will be a relief of his agony...but the last thing he is going to do is beg Thor to put him out of his misery. Even without his pride, he will shield the empty spot where it used to be. He is capable of nothing else.