[ Loki lands like a sack of cement-potatoes with a howl of pain that quickly turns into a hiss. He sits up and holds his leg with the arm he doesn't curl into his chest, panting harshly as he catches his breath. At least he didn't land on Tim: small mercies. ]
... Okay, alright. I might need someone bigger than you to lean on though, puppy. You're looking rough yourself.
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... Okay, alright. I might need someone bigger than you to lean on though, puppy. You're looking rough yourself.