Oh, don't be such a sour puss. I will make sure no bards shall ever sing of the humiliating fall of a god in the hands of Loki Laufeyson.

[The odds were in his favor. Though his face still stings from Yasha's punch, he took pleasure in forcing him into a kneel. He was resisting the ice spell and the energy Loki was draining didn't seem to have an end.

No matter. He already made his point. He has made his presence known. He need not destroy or considerably harm Yasha.

At least not yet.]

But should the bards be stubborn and bold and sing of this anyway, what would be the name of the man who had the honor of experiencing my power?