[ His hands ball into fists and it seems that Loki is finally, finally precariously close to losing his temper. His eyes flash. ]
I will not be the instrument to your ruin. I will not.
[ His voice is strangled, desperation seeping through the seams. Dimly, he can recall Sif. They made a mistake bringing you back. The Warriors Three in their undisguised hatred. They always knew, they always thought he would do this and they must have felt so justified, so right and Loki is just wrong, so wrong that he'll never have friends or a family again, never again — ]
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[ His hands ball into fists and it seems that Loki is finally, finally precariously close to losing his temper. His eyes flash. ]
I will not be the instrument to your ruin. I will not.
[ His voice is strangled, desperation seeping through the seams. Dimly, he can recall Sif. They made a mistake bringing you back. The Warriors Three in their undisguised hatred. They always knew, they always thought he would do this and they must have felt so justified, so right and Loki is just wrong, so wrong that he'll never have friends or a family again, never again — ]
Let me at least pretend to be good.