Loki forced himself to look at her again, brought back to the here and now by a touch. He shuddered, closing his eyes for a moment and trying to compose his expression better. Plainly he was failing at that effort.
The fingers of one hand curled lightly against her back. It was so odd, that she still hadn't let him go. Did he really seem that... concerning? Loki examined her face, trying to find an answer to that question as he considered what he he should say.
"No plots. Nothing..." he should have continued on with, 'you need concern yourself over,' but the words refused to emerge. He should let go of her now, he thought. This was strange and awkward and difficult to think around. But his arms refused to drop away; if anything, his hold tightened.
Loki looked past Sif toward the wall as if there was some answer written there. "... I'm afraid." His tone was strange and far away to his own ears. "How pathetic."
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The fingers of one hand curled lightly against her back. It was so odd, that she still hadn't let him go. Did he really seem that... concerning? Loki examined her face, trying to find an answer to that question as he considered what he he should say.
"No plots. Nothing..." he should have continued on with, 'you need concern yourself over,' but the words refused to emerge. He should let go of her now, he thought. This was strange and awkward and difficult to think around. But his arms refused to drop away; if anything, his hold tightened.
Loki looked past Sif toward the wall as if there was some answer written there. "... I'm afraid." His tone was strange and far away to his own ears. "How pathetic."