Business partners, business partners—mm mm mm mm mm—all the more worrisome. Really? Oh man, you've got deathwish.
It's best if I stay right here. Sit tight, it's going to be a bumpy ride.
[ he holds out his hands, clicks his heels together and then stalks toward Loki. Loki turns, his eyes wide, so struck with his presence that he's not sure if he should lash out or flee. the bile builds up in his throat and his face contorts. ] You—
[ King Loki makes a show of holding up his hands. ] Me! You haven't indulged your "business partner" yet, have you? [ those are a few added finger quotes. ] You should probably tell him. Formal relationships deserve at least that much respect, don't they, little Loki? If you don't introduce me, then I'll be forced into introduce me. [ there's a little wave to Jason. ] Soooo, about that. May as well let the bomb drop! Him being rude and all. I'm Loki, nice to meet you.
[ Loki bristles visibly, eyes widening, he goes to his side, pulling a golden blade from his hip. he holds it up at offense, but from the words of King Loki, it might look like defense. he's desperate, and it sinks in deeply, causing a sick feeling to coil at the base of his belly. it makes everything seem narrow and colorless, and he can hardly make out his own logic from his desire to prove him wrong.
unfortunately there's no argument that he knows of, no nothing that could be used as that proof. he feels pushed back, cornered, and the fear mounts behind the layers of ill emotions. ] You're locked away—you can't—
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It's best if I stay right here. Sit tight, it's going to be a bumpy ride.
[ he holds out his hands, clicks his heels together and then stalks toward Loki. Loki turns, his eyes wide, so struck with his presence that he's not sure if he should lash out or flee. the bile builds up in his throat and his face contorts. ] You—
[ King Loki makes a show of holding up his hands. ] Me! You haven't indulged your "business partner" yet, have you? [ those are a few added finger quotes. ] You should probably tell him. Formal relationships deserve at least that much respect, don't they, little Loki? If you don't introduce me, then I'll be forced into introduce me. [ there's a little wave to Jason. ] Soooo, about that. May as well let the bomb drop! Him being rude and all. I'm Loki, nice to meet you.
[ Loki bristles visibly, eyes widening, he goes to his side, pulling a golden blade from his hip. he holds it up at offense, but from the words of King Loki, it might look like defense. he's desperate, and it sinks in deeply, causing a sick feeling to coil at the base of his belly. it makes everything seem narrow and colorless, and he can hardly make out his own logic from his desire to prove him wrong.
unfortunately there's no argument that he knows of, no nothing that could be used as that proof. he feels pushed back, cornered, and the fear mounts behind the layers of ill emotions. ] You're locked away—you can't—