A wee dram...

[terrible_dragon]

He smiles, and looks into the shadows where Loki has been hiding, secretly watching the entire exchange of jewel and ring.

You can come out now, I am reasonably sure that they are gone... now let us taste this Cleeve that the Hobbit brought me!

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[trickster_loki]

Loki found the whole situation with the Nazgul ring rather amusing. He's also rather reasonably sure that the ring did not melt inside Smaug's fiery inferno of a belly...

Then he's even more amused (and yes, rather surprised) at the pyrotechnic display that follows.

"That was....rather awe-inspiring, I think." he grins at Smaug, "I do believe I will have to try the Cleeve." And with that, he conjures himself a glass and retrieves his bit of the drink in a rather more conventional manner.

"'Fraid I don't belch flame upon drinking this stuff. Though I suppose I could if I wanted to, it would more than likely pale in comparison to your display of a moment ago...Would you like some more?"

[terrible_dragon]

HIC!
...
Um... p'rapsh jusht another barrel? A HIC! teenshy one... that one might have been a, an akshident you know, maybe itsh not shupposhed to do that. Mmm. Needsh teshting.

Snuffles along the line of barrels until he finds a much smaller one, a cask labelled "Finest 100 Year Old Tawny Malt" - unfortunately, Smaug does not read Hobbit!

*crunch*
*gulp*
wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeshhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Making a very odd noise like the steam valve of a boiling kettle, he bolts out of the front of the cave as though shot like an arrow from a bow; there follows a dull whumpf! and a brilliant fireball lights up the night sky in a chrysanthemum of flame. There is a long silence.
...

[trickster_loki]

Loki'd be giggling if you know, he did things like that.

Instead, he goes out the cave, hoping he didn't just help blow the dragon up. Would be an interesting way to go, at least...drunken explosion.

"Smaug? Perhaps that's enough of the Cleeve, for now."

[terrible_dragon]

Loki finds Smaug a short distance from the cave entrance, lying on his back with all four legs in the air and his tongue lolling out! As the god approaches, one reddened eye cracks open to regard him balefully, proving that the dragon is not dead.

Mrrrarrgh... gerrem off me! Peshky elfsh... liddle pink elfsh wit shp.. sphsh... wit sharp pointy shticksh! Garngerroutofit...

He waves his sharply taloned forepaws ineffectually, and heaves his head up to peer more closely at Loki.

Oh, sh'you. Sh'good. Need a hand - can't sheem to find the ground! Not flying though - can't fly - wingsh dishappeared! Peshky elfsh shtolen 'em... grrrr gonna eatsh da lorrofem! Gish a hand up an I'll burninate themsh! Grraaagh...