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Send 🔪 to find my muse drenched in blood after they killed someone, or send 🔪🔪 for reverse.
Loki would be lying even in such a manner as exceeds his owncapacity for deceit, if he said he was not delighted to see this old enemy in such a compromised position.
“Why, Captain Rogers,” he positively purrs, drawing his twin blue blades. He delicately fingers their hilts, nimbly twists them in circles of foreboding knifeplay, without once glancing away from the soldier’s troubled face. “Whatever dreadful transgression has this corpse committed?”
His smile stretches cold and lean across his features. This littlebastard; while in the guise of Odin, Loki kept close watch onthe Avengers, and he knows precisely how chummy Rogers andhis brother Thor have become: H I S brother Thor. He knows Rogersis everything Thor wishes Loki were capable of being. He knowsRogers too had a loved one lost to torture and darkness. He knowshow tightly bound the pair are, in their veritable Blond RighteousBereaved Siblings Club, This sanctimonious ant who daredaccuse Loki of resembling a historical fascist, a filthy thingmore suitably describing Odin or … . Purple skin and hateful blue eyes flicker before Loki’s vision.Careful, Trickster. You’ll get lost in the past again, with thisformer combatant ripe for the taunting right before your eyes. “You’ve got a bit of red on you. Need a handkerchief?”
