[ Loki physically recoils, dumbstruck not by her words but the sincerity behind them. How quick he'd be to retort sarcastically if this were Sif; the sentiment would be different, barbed. He knows how to work with spite, flourishes in it -- but this. This vulnerability, this situation, this girl -- just a girl, just a Midgardian, an oddity, a soulmate, his soulmate--
The conflict is too potent to filter; it twists his features, brow furrowed, lips parted. There's something in his throat -- hope? Oh no, he can't-- Not now.
The smile he offers her is just as feeble as his rebuttal. ]
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The conflict is too potent to filter; it twists his features, brow furrowed, lips parted. There's something in his throat -- hope? Oh no, he can't-- Not now.
The smile he offers her is just as feeble as his rebuttal. ]
You think you can deceive the God of Lies.
[ Please. ]