That...Julia could swear that wasn't Loki. Which was ridiculous. Loki was obviously right in front of her. He was just being his wildly unstable self. ...Wildly unstable since she buried his memories of Fandral. Julia didn't want to admit it, but she couldn't help but wonder if she had really fucked the god up.
Fuck, she was going to have to confess to Natasha, wasn't she?
Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Because the only person who ever willingly let himself be stabbed was the strange Loki from Dark Derleth. He'd practically bragged about it, how close he'd been to his Julia and how pathetic she and the other Loki were for not being that close.
"No. The fuck is wrong with you?"
Yeah, they weren't having a lover's spat. Even if Julia hadn't moved her hand from his heart. At least her eyes didn't lack a human spark. Anger, frustration were some of the few powers that could still animate them.