Loki sighed and dropped his head to the ground. “I am in far too much pain to fight with you right now. So take that chip on your shoulder, put it aside and just get the arrow the fuck out.” He wasn't entirely sure what she meant by Alright, here we go but presumed it meant she'd be yanking on the remaining shaft of the arrow and so, bit his lip to try to brace for a tidal wave of pain.
There was only so much a man could do to prepare for pain. No matter how emotionally and psychologically prepared he was for it, because there was no way to avoid it at this point -the arrow had to come out, there was actually no way he could prepare for the pain in the physical way. Somehow it always caught him off guard.
His mind raced for something to think about. Anything to think about that didn't involve an arrow lodged in his flesh. What had made the sewing of his lips bearable? He hadn't passed out or cried out, he had simply sat there.
No. That wasn't true. He shook. He shook with pain and with fury. Loki had been so angry that Odin and everyone else had yet again thrown him under the boat to get run over and sink. They all benefited from his deceit with the dwarfs but not a one of them defended him in the end. But they all gladly kept their prizes. Fuckers. Assholes. Cocksucking mother fuckers. The lot of them. Not a single, “thank you Loki for my spear.” or anything. Just take, take, take...
Everything suddenly went white again. There was the pain, sharp and steady and making his heart beat so fast he was sure it was going to burst. Loki wanted to shout for her to stop, wanted to look at her and stare her down... except he couldn't move. Everything was white. All there was was pain and white. Loki wasn't even sure if his eyes were opened or closed, all he saw was a bright, blinding, white light and it engulfed his field of vision.
Was she saying anything? He couldn't tell. He couldn't hear anything anymore -not her, not the sounds of surrounding Jotunheim, not even his own pulse.. Had his heart now stopped beating or had he gone deaf? Shouldn't he have been able to hear it in his own head at least? It was all quiet. It was all white. He wasn't even aware that he was holding his breath. He had been breathing, but somewhere it got stuck and refused to move forward. Maybe he was dying. Seemed unlikely from just an arrow shot to the backside, but it was possible.
Why else had he no idea what was going on anymore?