Baba Yaga coughed as dust and debris filled her lungs.
Sunlight was streaming into the house from a brand new hole in the roof. It was perhaps the only thing she could properly make out with her blurred vision.
However, it seemed she and her grandson were the only ones still having trouble with their sight. Loki was more than aware of the predicament they were already in.
"Nidhogg, good buddy, good pal... b-been a real long time, hasn't it? You're looking great. H-Handsome, even. Boy I tell ya, when you're around my greatest enemy is bisexuality and thin-"
"Shut up, Loki."
"L-Look, I know how it seems, but I swear I was an unwilling participant here! I didn't know that little shit was going to-"
Baba Yaga's vision refocused long enough for her to see what happened next.
A man taller than any she had ever seen before burned through the barrier of sulfur like it was simple wax paper.
He grabbed Loki by the neck and lifted him in the air with no effort.
