Aye. This. [ His current state, having burst into flames. His smile wavers, breathlessly trying to laugh and wheezing. ] I pissed off the god ... who cast the spell.
[ Gasping in pain, he grits his teeth for a moment before he sinks back into the pillows, closing his eyes to regain some control. ]
He was a ... little bitch.
[ Whoever the fuck the god of love on this world was, Loki felt his influence in that nasty twist to the love spell. Igniting any heart passionate enough to tell him no (Loki is going to rip that son of a bitch apart, one day). ]
But I — I'm sorry, for what I did.
[ That's his priority right now, reassuring Peter. ]
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[ Gasping in pain, he grits his teeth for a moment before he sinks back into the pillows, closing his eyes to regain some control. ]
He was a ... little bitch.
[ Whoever the fuck the god of love on this world was, Loki felt his influence in that nasty twist to the love spell. Igniting any heart passionate enough to tell him no (Loki is going to rip that son of a bitch apart, one day). ]
But I — I'm sorry, for what I did.
[ That's his priority right now, reassuring Peter. ]