The wretched thing had too much magic, and mitigation wasn't mitigating as much as Loki actually wanted it to. Much earlier in the battle, he'd dropped his own defenses in favor of strengthening the others', and now with the thing throwing out fire and dark energy seemingly at random, he stopped paying attention to anything else.
He didn't learn that was a mistake until Iron Man hit him with all the force of... he didn't even have time to work out how much force it was before he was smashed into the ground by a metaphorical ton of metal and they both went bouncing and ragdolling across the desert floor, tangled together at high speed.
Loki felt more than heard the cracks - his ribs definitely, skull possibly. Hips? Back? There was too much generalized pain to be sure of any one thing. Somewhere along the way, something had sliced open his scalp in at least one place, blood kept trying to get in his eyes.
It was too much pain to comprehend or deal with. So he didn't. Oddly, this meant that he was able to think and process quickly, undistracted; the pain was there, but it was wallpaper in a room or water to a fish, and that let something else occur to the god of mischief. If it was this for him, how bad was it for the mortal in the armor doing all of this damage?
Worse, much worse.
Loki didn't let himself think about it, there wasn't time. Instead he managed to wipe the curtain of blood away from his eyes, then press his now-bloody hand to Stark's faceplate. Just do something! Thor had said, waving the cut on his arm. Loki just did something: he shoved every bit of magical energy he had left (and why not, whatever converted life the blood on his hand could offer; blood magic, why not?) at Stark, willing nothing more than get up from this.
The shoved hand-to-faceplate and bright flash of green separated them, but Stark's limpness caught Loki's arm on the way, adding a new dimension of pain to the ocean: dislocated shoulder. Once separated, Loki's lighter weight brought him to a stop fairly quickly, but between injuries and having just spent more energy than he had, he was limp and unconscious when he did.
Re: Coc'zac - Boss Fight
He didn't learn that was a mistake until Iron Man hit him with all the force of... he didn't even have time to work out how much force it was before he was smashed into the ground by a metaphorical ton of metal and they both went bouncing and ragdolling across the desert floor, tangled together at high speed.
Loki felt more than heard the cracks - his ribs definitely, skull possibly. Hips? Back? There was too much generalized pain to be sure of any one thing. Somewhere along the way, something had sliced open his scalp in at least one place, blood kept trying to get in his eyes.
It was too much pain to comprehend or deal with. So he didn't. Oddly, this meant that he was able to think and process quickly, undistracted; the pain was there, but it was wallpaper in a room or water to a fish, and that let something else occur to the god of mischief. If it was this for him, how bad was it for the mortal in the armor doing all of this damage?
Worse, much worse.
Loki didn't let himself think about it, there wasn't time. Instead he managed to wipe the curtain of blood away from his eyes, then press his now-bloody hand to Stark's faceplate. Just do something! Thor had said, waving the cut on his arm. Loki just did something: he shoved every bit of magical energy he had left (and why not, whatever converted life the blood on his hand could offer; blood magic, why not?) at Stark, willing nothing more than get up from this.
The shoved hand-to-faceplate and bright flash of green separated them, but Stark's limpness caught Loki's arm on the way, adding a new dimension of pain to the ocean: dislocated shoulder. Once separated, Loki's lighter weight brought him to a stop fairly quickly, but between injuries and having just spent more energy than he had, he was limp and unconscious when he did.