The Torture of LokiI had not realized Thor had been hanging in the distance until the steady drop of venom failed to reach my forehead. My sight was blurred, and his movement in front of me was nothing but meaningless blobs of colour.Kopious
"Hello, brother," he spoke. He looked about, and I realized he could see the dish my wife had held, laying in shatters off the side of the rock where I was chained.
"Where is Sigyn ?" He continued. I did not reply, though instead I began to wildly shudder. With every slight movement, whether it was my head itself or just a twitch of my shoulder, my body replied with withering pain. With any slight jerk of my wrists or ankles, of which were chained down by the innards of my son, Nari, they would dig deeper into my skin; drawing more blood. Because of this, I hardly ever moved.
It took me a minute or so to realize that Thor was using his helmet to contain the venom