[Loki is out in the middle of the woods, sitting back against a tree. There's an impressive track of damage indicating the direction from which he's come, trees shredded to splinters or smoldering. His bare feet are covered with dirt and oozing blood from a myriad of cuts and punctures. His loose shirt is also looking a bit shredded, his forearms covered with angry red scratches, and a few on his face.
He's looked better. Beyond all that, the sheer misery, he also looks exhausted and sick.
[Voice, June 24, locked]
He's looked better. Beyond all that, the sheer misery, he also looks exhausted and sick.
And he's laughing, his hands limp in his lap.]