Loki watched from the shadows. Pulled muscles were nothing that happened on Asgardian grounds. So he had time to lean back and watch, a mask of passive boredom on his face. Her body bent into shapes that stirred temptation. Temptation he would not be able to satisfy. He could not simply stride up to her and take her here and now. Wrath burned through his body. The god averted his eyes and clenched his fists. Death was useless. How much was survival worth when there was nothing to survive for? Was this even survival?
Stop! He had plenty to survive for. His eyes flickered up towards his redhead. He wouldn't do this again. As thoroughly as his father had contributed to his actions, this burning inside of him had cost him everything. His mother would be proud at the realisation.
Then Shannon gave him that smile and his thoughts were pushed back. The wrath was caged once more. He averted his eyes. Lips tucking upwards into a flicker of a smile. "Well, they say that patience is my finest lineament." No flirting. He could not stand that dance when it was stripped of its great finish.