[Loki let go of Yasha, letting his body drop with a small thud in the ground. He had absorbed enough mana from the god to last him weeks without sustenance.

He raised a hand, whispered a few words and snapped his fingers. At once, all the ice that had stuck to the ground and the trees began to melt. All the scorch marks from Yasha's lightning assault was blown away. Everything shattered, splintered and broken in the fight had been mended and put together - making it seem like that epic battle between gods never happened at all.

Lastly, Loki raised a hand over Yasha's crumpled body on the floor and light emanated from his body. The trickster healed all the ice cuts and burns from Yasha's body. He recovered everything except for the energy he had drained.]

So that anyone who passes by will think you just tripped and decided to sleep here. Saves on the embarrassment and such...

[Loki straightened up his clothes and slicked back his hair. His face had already completely mended.]

I would like to thank you for your most gracious welcome. But, forgive me, I must now depart. I must see this world and its inhabitants and judge them accordingly.

You will see me again, God of Melancholy. I pray that by then you are stronger.

[He laughed as he vanished into thin air, leaving only echos of his laughter and the cold of winter. Loki was going to enjoy his stay here in this new world.]