Panting on his hands and knees, Loki could feel the sweat dripping from his bruised and battered body. He was spent, physically and mentally; Hela having had her way with him for well over forty-eight hours. Dehydration and sleep deprivation were wreaking havoc on his mind, and he squeezed his eyes shut as a wave of nausea wracked his frail form. Leaning back on his haunches, Loki used one hand to push his limp locks from his face before wiping the sweat from his eyes.