If Thor's head is turned toward Loki, so much the better. He doesn't need to get a chance look at what's happening to his arm, nor does Fǫnn need the stress of her king staring at her while she operates. Loki is more than happy to be a distraction, and keeping the conversation going is good for him, as well.
His arm, shoulder, and a considerable portion of the left side of his body go numb gradually as the green seidr washes over him. "My capacity has increased in recent years," Loki says. "And in the Nexus, I have more friends and worshipers than I have since the old days. I am many times the sorcerer I once was."
He smiles, luminous eyes unfocused. "Aren't you lucky?"
Fǫnn murmurs some kind of request, and he nods, looking across to her for a moment before returning to the conversation with Thor. "The little blue baby icicle," he says, teeth flashing in a grin. "Yes. And her little brother is Eindrid. They're sweet children. I'm growing rather fond of them."
no subject
His arm, shoulder, and a considerable portion of the left side of his body go numb gradually as the green seidr washes over him. "My capacity has increased in recent years," Loki says. "And in the Nexus, I have more friends and worshipers than I have since the old days. I am many times the sorcerer I once was."
He smiles, luminous eyes unfocused. "Aren't you lucky?"
Fǫnn murmurs some kind of request, and he nods, looking across to her for a moment before returning to the conversation with Thor. "The little blue baby icicle," he says, teeth flashing in a grin. "Yes. And her little brother is Eindrid. They're sweet children. I'm growing rather fond of them."