[A grin spread on Loki’s bloody mouth as he forced himself up and out of bed, clutching at his sides for the pain in his lung. Good. Blood. He hoped it hurt. Things are starting to come together very quickly, now. Very quickly indeed.]
I hope you enjoyed this little game, svartálfr, because it’s going to come to an end very soon, now.
You’ve trifled with the wrong snake. And you’re about to get the venom.
[Turning from the scene, the Deceiver cupped a hand around his mouth and leaned against the frame of the bed as he called for his husband,]
Balder! Balder, come quickly!