Loki looked at the man and answered, “I am the only being that actually matters to you mortal. After all what power I possess is far more than one such as you could ever imagine or hope to command,” Loki said in condescending tones frostier than the arctic snows on Christmas Eve.
With crossed, glassy eyes and a slurred voice Merlin replied, “That don’t tell me anything.” His voice held enough insolence in it to raise the god’s icy anger.
Loki’s black eyes darkened before he let loose with, “You dare to voice impudence at me, Mortal?! I am the only god that should ever matter, especially to you, you silly fool! I am Loki and you will recognize me as your liege lord,” he practically yelled in his rage.
“There is only one God and something tells me that you aren’t he,” Merlin slurred.
“How dare you, you pathetic creature? Who are you to pass judgment upon your betters,” Loki raged to the drunken Merlin.
“Just a man. No better or worse than anyone else,” Merlin slurred.
“You are nothing more than a pathetic excuse for a mortal. You couldn’t even stand up to your own gods! What makes you think you can stand up to me,” Loki raged derisively.
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