[ The cloak smothers the flames that try to leap to wherever it can't reach, covering a far greater surface area than Loki's best efforts, yet the downpour extinguishes the god-sent inferno once and for all so that Loki's shrieks are drowned out (literally) and the enchantment gives up its grip.
(The chair. He burned me in a chair. I burned at the Siege of Asgard. I burn.)
Shaking in shock, whimpers leave the godling as he curls up on his side to see his badly burned hands from trying to smother the unrelenting flames and from the pain all through his body he knows it was a bad day not to wear his armour. He can't see well through one eye; his ear is throbbing; Loki's face and neck stick to the grass.
More than anything, his mind feels frozen in the shock of being on fire. Again. ]
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(The chair. He burned me in a chair. I burned at the Siege of Asgard. I burn.)
Shaking in shock, whimpers leave the godling as he curls up on his side to see his badly burned hands from trying to smother the unrelenting flames and from the pain all through his body he knows it was a bad day not to wear his armour. He can't see well through one eye; his ear is throbbing; Loki's face and neck stick to the grass.
More than anything, his mind feels frozen in the shock of being on fire. Again. ]