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.”
“Yes, I hardly seek inconveniences in my life.” Loki remarked, he kept aloof, his tone oh so removed, eyes only glancing down at her every once in a while, if only to communicate his disinterest.
Natasha matches the tone, fingers grazing her weapon almost absently beneath the table. “Then, following that reasoning perhaps killing me isn’t the simplest route forward.”
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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...