Loki is, as mentioned before, not a bleeding heart. He's someone who's experienced cruelty and torture, though, and even if he hadn't heard some of Abner's story already, he'd recognize the look. Understand what he's doing, and why. He's relieved when he's able to get on with the painkilling magic, and the tension in the man's back starts to ease.
"Better?" he asks. "It'll take a minute or two. I could just numb you completely with cold, but that's not good for human tissues. Don't move that leg until I've worked on the bones a bit more, though. I'll let you know when they're stable."
Everything else might have been a slight exaggeration, but there's some patellar damage that would take an orthopedic surgeon a long time to repair. Magic is a helpful shortcut.
Loki blinks at the question and looks amused. "I wouldn't be here at all if I didn't. You didn't even ask for help, technically."
Which would be a clever way to get around owing something to a trickster god, but Loki suspects in this case he didn't ask because he either didn't know how or didn't want to be refused.
"I have a soft spot for people who don't fit in the world. Especially the ones who've gotten themselves into trouble because of that. Con artists, criminals, misfits. You know, people like me." The magic glimmers brighter, strands wrapping around the injured leg. It might feel chilly or tingly or odd, but there should be no additional pain.
"I'll let you decide which of those you are. You don't seem to have much malice in you. Rage, maybe, but that's not the same thing. Where were you headed when you got hit by the car?"
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"Better?" he asks. "It'll take a minute or two. I could just numb you completely with cold, but that's not good for human tissues. Don't move that leg until I've worked on the bones a bit more, though. I'll let you know when they're stable."
Everything else might have been a slight exaggeration, but there's some patellar damage that would take an orthopedic surgeon a long time to repair. Magic is a helpful shortcut.
Loki blinks at the question and looks amused. "I wouldn't be here at all if I didn't. You didn't even ask for help, technically."
Which would be a clever way to get around owing something to a trickster god, but Loki suspects in this case he didn't ask because he either didn't know how or didn't want to be refused.
"I have a soft spot for people who don't fit in the world. Especially the ones who've gotten themselves into trouble because of that. Con artists, criminals, misfits. You know, people like me." The magic glimmers brighter, strands wrapping around the injured leg. It might feel chilly or tingly or odd, but there should be no additional pain.
"I'll let you decide which of those you are. You don't seem to have much malice in you. Rage, maybe, but that's not the same thing. Where were you headed when you got hit by the car?"