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.”
“And an inconvenience you would perhaps be, though little more I dare say - gods do not die easily. Loki in fact, does not die at all.” He offered her a grin, perhaps unbalanced but surely amused.
Natasha fights back the usual response, reminding herself that this is a game, as everything else is. She simply needs to learn a new set of rules. “Good. The dead have a tendency to emerge when you least expect them. Although I’d imagine even gods would rather do without the inconvenience, however fun it might prove to be; especially if they have something to offer in return, however small.”
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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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