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beworthy[ Loki's weight is a slight thing, borne easily in Thor's arms all the long way back to the camp, crossing broad verdant plain and then entering in under the cover of a green-gold forest, the sky overhead darkening to violet pinpricked by the first pale stars. They had to leave their prize, the great savage beast with its broad tusks that had pierced Loki so brutally, opening up a great bloody gash in his thigh through which bone was laid bare, and another across his ribs, but when he had realized his brother's hurt Thor had struck it savagely with Mjolnir rather than his javelin, and thus crushed the tusks; and the meat and the hide would not have been worth the effort to carry back, not with his brother so badly needing doctoring.
He bound his wounds in strips of his cloak, and he knows Loki will not die so easily from this but it is a relief nonetheless to see the camp, to hurry forward to where at last he can lay Loki down in the shared nest of their furs. Thor bends down on knees beside him, touches his pale and clammy cheek. ]
Hold fast, brother.
[ He is no healer, but that it what salves and linens are for, and leaves to staunch bleeding; he has brought enough of all, and he washes out the wounds first with the water they had boiled that morning, pouring it directly from the pot over the gashes. He fully expects a thorough tongue-lashing for the clumsiness of his arts, or lack thereof, but there is nothing else to be done for it; the wounds cannot go untended and Thor is the only one here to see to them. ]
He bound his wounds in strips of his cloak, and he knows Loki will not die so easily from this but it is a relief nonetheless to see the camp, to hurry forward to where at last he can lay Loki down in the shared nest of their furs. Thor bends down on knees beside him, touches his pale and clammy cheek. ]
Hold fast, brother.
[ He is no healer, but that it what salves and linens are for, and leaves to staunch bleeding; he has brought enough of all, and he washes out the wounds first with the water they had boiled that morning, pouring it directly from the pot over the gashes. He fully expects a thorough tongue-lashing for the clumsiness of his arts, or lack thereof, but there is nothing else to be done for it; the wounds cannot go untended and Thor is the only one here to see to them. ]
