[ If his adrenaline weren't running the show, he might have noticed the budding warmth in his chest responding to Wanda's efforts -- but when he sees how awfully her double's expression twists, his insides twist with it.
Like an imaginary line, the surroundings behind Wanda remain gold and splendid -- and beyond her further, shadowed -- but the walls crack and splinter into the harsh, frigid terrain of Jotunheim in front of her. Loki stares at her with bewildered red eyes, the lines on his face more than worry, but actual ridges traveling down his neck and torso. His helmet is the last to chip away, its golden flecks vanishing in the snow at his bare feet, leaving a stockier set of horns in its place.
When Wanda steps forward, his grip around the scepter tightens. Every muscle fiber in his body is screeching to flee, but instead he rises abruptly, upper lip curled into a snarl. ]
Who are you to make that judgment? This-- [ He angrily gestures to himself. ] This is real. [ Just as quickly, Loki rolls his shoulders back, smiling derisively. ] Oh, would you like me to apologize for it?
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Like an imaginary line, the surroundings behind Wanda remain gold and splendid -- and beyond her further, shadowed -- but the walls crack and splinter into the harsh, frigid terrain of Jotunheim in front of her. Loki stares at her with bewildered red eyes, the lines on his face more than worry, but actual ridges traveling down his neck and torso. His helmet is the last to chip away, its golden flecks vanishing in the snow at his bare feet, leaving a stockier set of horns in its place.
When Wanda steps forward, his grip around the scepter tightens. Every muscle fiber in his body is screeching to flee, but instead he rises abruptly, upper lip curled into a snarl. ]
Who are you to make that judgment? This-- [ He angrily gestures to himself. ] This is real. [ Just as quickly, Loki rolls his shoulders back, smiling derisively. ] Oh, would you like me to apologize for it?
[ What is a cornered animal to do but lash out? ]