[ There goes any hopes of damage limitation. The offerings sting as they land, Stephen's expression tense with changing shades of surprise as he bears witness to Loki arranging him a bouquet of secrets. If he were ever to succumb to bribes, they wouldn't be money. They would be out of reach places offered up like forbidden fruit - perhaps by a god whose words weave them into promises.
I am in danger. Yeah. He recognises that now. Less a thin layer of spellcraft thrown together three states over, he wonders how much worse that danger might be.
Loki's price yanks him back into present reality. His answer's immediate. ]
—Okay.
[ Which could be confused for simple acquiescence if it weren't followed by a sudden flurry of motion from behind him, the cloak moving fast and fierce in a bid to wrap over Loki's eyes and rob him of some of that laser focus. ]
no subject
I am in danger. Yeah. He recognises that now. Less a thin layer of spellcraft thrown together three states over, he wonders how much worse that danger might be.
Loki's price yanks him back into present reality. His answer's immediate. ]
—Okay.
[ Which could be confused for simple acquiescence if it weren't followed by a sudden flurry of motion from behind him, the cloak moving fast and fierce in a bid to wrap over Loki's eyes and rob him of some of that laser focus. ]