[ His teeth grind as he senses Stephen's magic far above, gripping his phone tightly. Loki folds an arm under, across his chest so as to stop the smoke, and half-laughs, half-sobs. ]
Should I sew my mouth shut, do you think? Oh, fuck.
[ Pacing in a circle to keep busy, Loki bites his lip and muffled grunts of pain make their way down the line as his vision starts to blur, the heat rising up his neck for every second he resists the spell and lets Stephen work. ]
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[ His teeth grind as he senses Stephen's magic far above, gripping his phone tightly. Loki folds an arm under, across his chest so as to stop the smoke, and half-laughs, half-sobs. ]
Should I sew my mouth shut, do you think? Oh, fuck.
[ Pacing in a circle to keep busy, Loki bites his lip and muffled grunts of pain make their way down the line as his vision starts to blur, the heat rising up his neck for every second he resists the spell and lets Stephen work. ]
The curse d-doesn't like being ignored.