"Newt!" Loki yelped and dashed over to the human's side. "Are you okay? Please say something!"

Newt however didn't move. This was a rather worrying development. Humans, Loki knew were fragile things. They died much too easily and he didn't like accidentally being the cause. Especially when he liked a human and he did like Newt. He was so much fun to play with.

"Come on Newt," he pleaded. "It was just one small cat and a tiny little bit of plaster. You can't be dead."