How undignified indeed. Loki had been slung like a sack of potatoes across the angel's back in full view of everyone who was in the tavern that night. Loki could do nothing but stare for a few moments in exasperation more than anything before clutching at his stomach. The waves of nasuea would be the death of him.

"How elegant. I do hope it was not such a scene as to create an avid audience."

Loki was rather refined and a prince of Asgard. How could it have come to this? Norns, this was not how the god of mischief should be seen amongst the Nexus residents. He would surely die of shame before the day was out.

"Well, thank you for rescuing me in my inebriated state. Do you perhaps have something that will cure an ailing stomach?"