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M. (inblood) wrote in somerealityrpg,

It seemed that Loki's apparent death was set in stone. Or so, that was the narrative that Thor continued to press. Loki could feel an uncomfortable sensation flooding through his veins, making his skin prick as he cleared his throat, tilting his head to one side and loudly cracking his neck. Perhaps a subconscious movement after being advised he died of strangulation.

Though he couldn't pinpoint exactly why, a rush of anger caused him to furrow his brows, his fists tightening slightly as he looked over his brother. "Or maybe I was finally sick of always dying because of you, Thor. Did you ever think about that? Maybe I survived, and finally rid myself of you and all the rest of it forever." His words were sharp, low but cutting, and he was well aware of it.

He angrily began to walk towards the door, as though intent on leaving but paused, shifting back and forth between his front and back foot before turning around once more. "I'm sure all of your friends were pleased, at the very least."