[ There's a rattle of breath as Loki chuckles, soft and tentative, rich in flavor but so easily snuffed out. Loki never had the same volume as Thor, save when it came to his temper. He screamed and yelled, scrapping his usual gentle voice raw. He no longer cries openly, but his tears were in his words. He had his arms curled around Sabella, resting his hands around her, his chin on her forehead, her fur brushing against his chin much like Thor's beard would. ]
You never got me into trouble for that. You could have gone to Odin and put a stop to all of it.
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You never got me into trouble for that. You could have gone to Odin and put a stop to all of it.