[ He watches Loki until he can watch him no longer, turning and turning; all his body is alive to his presence, keen for the knife in his back, the blade slipped between his ribs to his helpless beating heart: perhaps it is that Loki simply means to murder him here. But he circles once, twice, with no more touch than the brush of fingertips across the open wound which marks his torso, and Thor knows himself a fool to expect a quick execution: surely his brother's plans are far more than that.
He watches Loki taste his blood, the streak of crimson staining his lips lending still more madness to his features. The mention of his friends falls like a slap across the face; Thor flinches, his heart jumping to his throat, and the clatter of the gag against the floor has him straining again, subtler this time, as though hours and resistance could be all he might need to wrench himself free.
His voice comes hoarse with disuse. ]
They live? [ And a faint, ragged thread of hope winds through the words, even in the face of Loki's cold wrath; he cannot help it, he cannot disguise it. ] Then I would have none of them, I would have them far away from here. You cannot mean to bring me to such a place and then give me attendants.
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He watches Loki taste his blood, the streak of crimson staining his lips lending still more madness to his features. The mention of his friends falls like a slap across the face; Thor flinches, his heart jumping to his throat, and the clatter of the gag against the floor has him straining again, subtler this time, as though hours and resistance could be all he might need to wrench himself free.
His voice comes hoarse with disuse. ]
They live? [ And a faint, ragged thread of hope winds through the words, even in the face of Loki's cold wrath; he cannot help it, he cannot disguise it. ] Then I would have none of them, I would have them far away from here. You cannot mean to bring me to such a place and then give me attendants.