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[stormbrewed]

Thy choice of using his face for mine concerns me not, mun. Thou dost fixate too deeply on something so trivial. Worriest thou on matters more urgent, more of consequence, for thy choice to take me hither or nay doth concern me most directly, not which face doth don my visage so. Thou mayest place me a multitude of worlds. While thou dost take thine time in deciding I have other matters to attend to for ne'er is The Mighty Thor complacent, all I ask of thee is that thou chooseth wisely.

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[stormbrewed]

Whate'er thou wishest to say to me. Surely there is something!

[strikes_x_twice]

You asked for this.

[ A small sigh. ] You're making a huge mistake, I think you're too eager to trust and love and it has made you desperate and now you're giving yourself to Loki like a fitted tool.

The worst lie is the one you tell yourself.

[stormbrewed]

Thy perception is what 'tis, my Lady, but for mine thou dost underestimate Loki and his redemption too greatly.