Snippet #1975154

Loki looked about as stunned as Thor. “why in Asgard did I just save him! Twas a foolish thing to do! That shard of metal could have killed him for me…” he thought to himself before shaking his head. “than again that is no fun. T’would have served the purpose I have wanted to happen to him, but it wouldn’t have been me who did it. Yes that probably is it… it would not have been me who did the deed…” he thought to himself, denying the fact that it was because he had actually worried about the boorish oaf.
He blinked out of his train of thought, “Hmmm? Oh yes of course…” he muttered softly, “But then I shall be finding the dining hall… I have not eaten in ages…” he muttered as he went to the wall he came from. “Shall I meet you in the room of candles, or shall we both go out this way Thor? Or out your door?” he asked him, his voice sounding a bit out of it. He rubbed his head behind his pointer finger and thumb. “Oh, a warning to the others, I would suggest not checking that shard of metal, I do not recognize it… and it could be harmful to us. Until we find out more of what it is we should be wary.” He commented almost as a passing thought. “I hope there is mead… or some alcohol.”