Loki closed his eyes for a moment until the spinning stopped, then pushed himself up into a sitting position.

"I used to ..." He was still out of breath. "Used to ... not fall over ... but it's been ... a while."

He regarded the other god's outstretched hand for a moment. Should he trust him? He was weak and almost helpless at the moment and the help would be welcome, but this was a Judeo-Christian. On the other hand they weren't allowed to kill each other here and ... there was something oddly attractive about this god.

It shouldn't be. He was male at the moment and should only be attracted to females. Maybe it was a leftover from having first seen him as a mare.

Loki decided to take the risk and cautiously accepted the stranger's hand.