Mictain's words were wasted. Loki was by now much too panicked to even hear him. The kick had been futile, so he now kicked about blindly, but as hard as he could. He felt his feet connect with the not-god's legs several times.
Somehow he managed to twist close enough to the hand holding his right shoulder and bit hard into Mictain's closest finger. There! He wasn't going to let go of that finger until the not-god let go of him.
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Date: 2006-10-01 07:41 pm (UTC)Somehow he managed to twist close enough to the hand holding his right shoulder and bit hard into Mictain's closest finger. There! He wasn't going to let go of that finger until the not-god let go of him.