Ironic, but not unheard of. How many assassins or war heroes have died from falling off a ladder while cleaning their gutters? More than zero, anyway.

The matter-of-fact acknowledgement actually makes Loki feel worse for him than if he'd complained. Generally speaking, he's not much of a bleeding heart, but it's hard not to feel compassion for someone who seems to have perpetually gotten the thin end of the stick for their entire existence.

"Well, just don't forget to breathe, all right?" he says, and there is a solid sixty to ninety seconds where he is pressing and testing the damaged muscle and bone, before he's satisfied that he knows what to do to it.

"The good news is your femur isn't broken. The bad news is just about everything else is." The green glimmer returns as he starts to cast a painkilling spell. It will be a few minutes before it takes full effect, but there should be the start of some relief right away.

"Just for the record, they don't call me the god of healing, and there's a reason for that. But I can handle this for you. You'll owe me a favor, but I rather like you so I won't make it anything too terrible."