“Now there’s a question I hope neither of us has to discover the answer to,” she answers, watching him carefully.
“Methinks t’would be far more unfortunate for you, human, than for Loki.” The god snorted, bemused and not quite hostile, simply cold.
Natasha raises an eyebrow, scanning over the other. Talking in the third person is unusual, but this is even more so. “Probably, but I would do my best to make sure it was at least inconvenient for both of you before I died - and I, at least, wouldn’t be alone.”
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Natasha’s expression doesn’t change at the sentiment, although she acknowledges it as her own truth as well as his. With...
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“Ah, what beautiful mutual dislike.” And that sentiment, it seemed, was almost genuine from the god’s lips. He much...