Loki knew what he was going to do wasn't wise. He knew it just like he knew that it wasn't wise to play with fire, but then he'd been playing with fire for about as long as he'd been able to walk. He couldn't resist the lure of the flame and he couldn't admit weakness. That not-god was simply going too far.

Outwardly calm he turned around and slowly slid the book back into its place on the shelf. It wouldn't do to drop it. Then he shot back around, ducked and launched himself at Mictain head first. If the not-god didn't move out of the way he ought to ram right into his stomach.