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[aburdenglorious]

 I demand you stop this ridiculousness at once, wench. 

I shall not be your plaything here, my promise to tolerate you in the place called "tumblr" extends nowhere else. 

You've no plans, no scheme. I grow restless just thinking of the nothingness you subject me too. I won't have it. 

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[uncompromise]

[He doesn't lower the bow. Not even a single muscle twitches.]

Maybe not. But I wouldn't lose any sleep over it. You deserve an arrow in the eye for all the crap you've pulled up to this point. For what you did to me.

[aburdenglorious]

The Tesseract does many things. Such control.

Pity you needed your wench to fix you. Truly a man, Barton.

[uncompromise]

[Sorry, not rising to the bait, Loki. Try harder.]

Was that supposed to be an insult? There's no shame in Nat kicking my butt.

[aburdenglorious]

Of course not. She strong, however real her tears may seem.

Bold too, thinking to match wits with the wordsmith.

Be back soon!

[uncompromise]

She outwitted you, huh? [Cue the shit-eating grin. Atta girl, Natasha.] You've gotta stop underestimating us ordinary people, or you're gonna get into serious trouble.

Re: Be back soon!

[aburdenglorious]

Thinking to match wits, I said. [He matches it with one of his own. Loki seems to be the master of terrible smirks.] She did nothing but help advance my plans along.

[uncompromise]

Oh, so you planned on having your invasion of New York fail miserably. And here I thought that was us just beating you and your army to a pulp. [Yes, he's avoiding mentioning the raid on the helicarrier. And Coulson. And a lot of other stuff. His smirk shrinks a little.]

[aburdenglorious]

Different outlines, Barton. Each situation calls for a different plan.

[uncompromise]

Doesn't matter. You won't win no matter what your plans are. Unfortunately for you, we'll be prepared for your little brainwashing trick next time.

now that I'm not sleeping for 16 hours oops

[aburdenglorious]

Shall you? Should we test this?

sleep always comes first

[uncompromise]

You move so much as one toe and this arrow's going straight into your eye.

♥

[aburdenglorious]

You have not yet once hit your mark with me. What shall make this situation different?

♥ ♥

[uncompromise]

This. [And he fires off that arrow. Ducking would be advised.]

Lokibee please don't make me look like a godmodder. Or is it okay because he's a god (no it's not)

[aburdenglorious]

[That was rather point blank, too quick to catch it like a badass this time.]

[But, have you forgotten he's magic? The arrow passes right through him, and he laughs, stepping towards the other.]

Barton, please. We are having a conversation, are we not?

No worries! 'S all good, homeslice. (oh god that was bad slang sorry)

[uncompromise]

[Dammit. Oh well. For every step that Loki takes forward, Clint takes just as many backwards. He's staying out of range.]

[Smart boy.]

Were we? All I heard was you sounding like a pompous windbag. Must've been mishearing things.

:3 I just worry about it haha.

[aburdenglorious]

You simply cannot comprehend, perhaps. I truly am surrounded by fools.