[ For a long moment, Loki simply stands there in front of her, his face impenetrable. Is he angry? He couldn't say for sure. It certainly rankles, deep down, tugging at his insecurities. He had cared for her. Loved her as much as someone like him was capable of.
But none of those things truly matter in the end. Loki knew that too. With fluid grace, Loki pulls up the chair. ]
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But none of those things truly matter in the end. Loki knew that too. With fluid grace, Loki pulls up the chair. ]
At times. I have a taste for iced coffee.