Loki stood slowly, and after a moment, went to the kitchen, licking the blood thoughtfully from his fingers. The tingle of old magic on his tongue was delicious.

Though he hadn't precisely expected this, it would be a lie to say that he hadn't anticipated the possibility, and having a follower bound to him like this was something frankly no god had had for a very long time.

Mine, all mine!

When he returned, it was with a giant mug full of hot tea, his own custom blend.