Athen snatche her free hand out, grabbing Apollo's. "Sorry." She said. "But we're all in this together, or not at all." She nodded her head to Loki. "Will you cut him?" She asked.
Alcyone sat there, her wrist bleeding. She didn't mind the pain to much, which was odd because her normal humanself hated pain. She just listen to the conversation-doing what she was told and daydreaming.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
~Mark Overby