[ The lights flicker around them, casting shadows over faces but Loki's gaze is still a steady cool green. He no longer has the lean angry look that he possessed in New York, though the hallmarks of it still lingered in his face. Like a creature stitched together but has finally felt out the seams and started mending them. None of them makes him better. If anything, it makes him more dangerous, more self-aware. The Loki in New York was a driven, ambitious thing, hunted and wane.
The Loki of now has no more strings. His teeth flash boldly. ]
Is that a request? Very well, Stark. Next time, I'll make it quick. Will that suffice?
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The Loki of now has no more strings. His teeth flash boldly. ]
Is that a request? Very well, Stark. Next time, I'll make it quick. Will that suffice?