Loki ground his teeth against the pain. This was serious then, was it?

He opened himself to fire, letting heat flow into him, coursing through him, filling him up... He would have to be careful what he touched now, or he might just set it on fire. He told the fire to stay away from his clothes, but he did not know how long it would remember that. It was so easily distracted...

At least he was pretty sure the wolf would soon find this dish somewhat too hot. The way the other Loki had thrown away the chair suggested that he wasn't quite fire-proof.