Her smile is cold, vicious. "Oh, yes. He thought he had me in pieces, and he told me exactly what I needed."

It hadn't, in the end, done much good, but the sudden confusion on Loki's face is a memory to warm her.

The smile fades, though, and she glances down.

"He did. Have me in pieces. I...you can't lie to a trickster, so. I let him get to me.





You asked me what he did to me. Do you want to know?"