[ His cheeks go bloodless for a faint second, as if he's been stricken with a physical blow before Loki controls himself. Thor meant no offense but the thought of giants only reminds Loki of the gulf between them. A gulf of blood and resentment. His gaze flickers away as he looks over the garment. ]
Yes, well. My tastes are a little more discerning nowadays. Surely you have clothes befitting a prince.
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Yes, well. My tastes are a little more discerning nowadays. Surely you have clothes befitting a prince.