Re: roxbury crossing [gwen/loki]
[He watched the axe wilt in front of its wielder, and the creature's surprise at this new and unpleasant development.] No. [It was fond, or something like it. He could still remember the days when spells had regularly escaped his control, when things would happen around him by impulse and not by study. This was not a common thing in an Asgardian youth, so there had been no explaining it, not at the time. All he had been able to do was channel it into tricks, those same tricks taught to him by his mother, and to learn. He'd had the benefit of a good teacher. He didn't allow his thoughts to linger on that particular memory, though, nor on who might teach Gwen Stacy if his plan today was executed as he intended. Ah, well. She would have to take her glassy eyes and slow, benumbing shock to another teacher. A shame.]
Is that only just now coming across? [His amusement was vicious, and had an edge to it that she couldn't have been familiar with. He spoke as he stepped toward the Marauder, which decided to make the best of things. It gripped both ends of the rope, forming a makeshift lasso. Loki neatly sidestepped the alien's quick toss, sliding under its outstretched arm, through the foul creature's legs. He cut into the back of its legs with a knife in each hand, severing tendon and bone. It began to shout in a foreign tongue, turning to grab at him as it buckled. He planted a knife into its chest before sliding out of the way again.] Am I less charming than I was?