A Whole Bunch of Loki's

The Alpha - Part Two - WereLoki - Sequel to And I Love, Animal

Loki felt himself beginning to weaken as his air supply was cut off, the alpha's grip proving to be more than he could fight off despite his God title and the deep gashes his nails were making on the other man's arms had no affect on easing the torturous grip.

Although Loki had a decent height to him, the ex-alpha still managed to keep his feet from touching the floor and the added weight of his own body hanging and thrashing only added to the impact, it wasn't long before black spots and colourful flashes began to play across his vision.

His body went concerningly numb as his senses dulled, though before he gave in completely his mind gave him images of the one thing that was most certain to spur on his determination to live.

With a bit of effort, Loki managed to spark life back into his tingling fingers and a burst of seiðr that was much weaker than his usual efforts decorated his fingers in an array of green.

Loki noticed that the other man's eyes briefly flickered down his the newly sparked up magic and he felt his grip ever so slightly give.

A grunt of effort gargled from Loki's throat as he mustered up any strength he could and flicked the sparks of green straight into the ex-alpha's eyes.

There was a loud cry of pain and Loki was dropped unceremoniously to the floor with a painful thud, the sudden rush of air invading his lungs tickled his throat and caused him to cough and hack uncomfortably.

There was a pause between both men as they tried to recuperate from the attacks.

Loki desperately gasped for air, his hand feeling its way up the wall as he gradually got to his feet on shaky legs, the world spinning a little as dizziness and adrenaline mixed horribly and coursed through his body.

The blinded alpha was stumbling about, trying to furiously rub out the stinging in his eyes that the seiðr blast had created but finding that each rub seemed to make the burn worse.

Curses growled from him and he made vaguely threatening comments towards Loki.

"Just you wait," he snarled, spittle dripping from his teeth, "I'm going to kill you and that pretty little mate of yours will carry my children."

Loki's stomach turned at the mental image that created, his hatred growing deeper.

"Better yet," he continued with a low chuckle, "maybe I'll keep you alive, tie you up real good and make you watch as I claim her."

"One more word, Markus," Loki gasped out, glaring darkly as his chest heaved, "and I will rip out your throat."

Markus' deep chuckle rumbled from the darkest recesses of his chest.

He had finally managed to clear one eye, which was now an angry red and continuously watered, a look that would usually weaken a man's look but somehow with this tall, burly and scarred wolf only made him look that much harsher.

"You think you can do anything? You're nothing but a weak, string bean of a wanna-be wolf."

"If I am," Loki smirked, trying to stay steady on his feet as he stared daringly at Markus, "then why am I alpha and you're nothing but a has been?"

The deep snarl of rage from the wolf in front of him briefly caused a bit of pride to swell up in the God, that was until he was promptly charged at with fangs dripping with saliva being aimed at his throat.

Markus lashed out his arms, his nails extending into sharp claws with the intention of driving them into his opponent's flesh and latching on tightly to the muscles and ligaments underneath to give him a deadlier grip.