Guess not really being fully aware of what was going on was a pretty good way to go, physically. I'm just assuming I broke my neck in the fall.

[He drinks, and the burn is good and tingly even if the flavor kind of sucks. Loki's magic is in full bloom, and he leans away with concern. It's a knife--a dagger.] I'm not- [But he doesn't finish the sentence. Stares at the offered handle. Takes another swig. Grabs the offered weapon.]

You make this up, or is this one of your personals?