All the pleasure he feels from her pain is abruptly lessened by his own: a sudden, white-hot flare of it at his temples. Loki staggers back a step, a hand to his forehead, but when his head comes back up his face is etched in an expression of fury.
"You'll pay for that," he snarls, and raises the hand with the Norn Stone menacingly.
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Date: 2012-07-23 11:45 am (UTC)"You'll pay for that," he snarls, and raises the hand with the Norn Stone menacingly.