complicatedliar: (the lost prince)
Loki ([personal profile] complicatedliar) wrote in [community profile] marvelbox 2011-12-06 03:50 pm (UTC)

Loki laughed a little derisively at that, but her answer did please him. He could never manage to be anything like his brother, and he was starting to conclude that he'd never be so well-loved. But it was very comforting to know that he'd at least never be boring. Boring and unpopular was far, far worse than simply unpopular.

His stomach seemed to be ready to tie itself in knots in a way that had nothing to do with the headache. He searched her face for any indication that he wasn't the only one feeling entirely odd, but there was no sign. Which shouldn't surprise him, he thought with a hint of bitterness, since whatever this feeling was, it was probably something every female and half the males felt around his brother and thus it would never be directed at him. Or perhaps it really was just some strange illness that went with his headache and he'd feel entirely normal again in the morning.

Though even he had to admit to himself that was silly, considering... no, it wasn't a good idea to think about that considering Sif was right there and within easy punching distance.

But too late.

Loki let out a faintly exasperated sigh, though he wasn't certain who he was actually annoyed with more. A light blush suddenly coloring his cheeks, he closed his eyes because it was simply easier to not look at her. He released Sif's hand and then sat up, cradling his head carefully in his hands like he expected it to fall off if it got jostled too much. "You probably ought to go home," he said. "Unless you really are planning to murder me."

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