As soon as he could move his head again, Miguel gasped and jerked away from where the bright light had come from, the side of his head smacking into his still-outstretched arm.
Loki was talking but he wasn't listening. He couldn't. The pain in his mind (not just his head, his mind) was gone for the moment, but now the absense of pain filled his head with white noise that was taking longer than he liked to die down. He could usually cope with pain - his body was designed to deal with it and to heal quickly - but this was different. He needed to think, jammit, he needed to work out how to get away from Loki and the not-noise that had filled his mind.