"He didn't mean to," Loki repeated. "And I'm fine. Still recovering and I've got to be careful about some things for a while, but other than that I'm perfectly healthy."
He was beginning to regret telling War so much. Not because he didn't want her to know, or because he worried for Czernobog. Czernobog could take care of himself and he probably knew War well. He'd be closer to her fellow horseperson DEATH, Loki assumed, but he had to know all four.
No, there was something else that was bothering him.
"You're not going to tell Odin, are you?" he whispered. "If he finds out that the blood bond between us is broken ..." He didn't dare finish the sentence. It was bad enough that he's said this much out loud. Saying things made then feel more real.
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He was beginning to regret telling War so much. Not because he didn't want her to know, or because he worried for Czernobog. Czernobog could take care of himself and he probably knew War well. He'd be closer to her fellow horseperson DEATH, Loki assumed, but he had to know all four.
No, there was something else that was bothering him.
"You're not going to tell Odin, are you?" he whispered. "If he finds out that the blood bond between us is broken ..." He didn't dare finish the sentence. It was bad enough that he's said this much out loud. Saying things made then feel more real.