Alcohol, [Tony points out, glibely, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world-- because it is. But it's clear that Loki isn't tracking the thread of conversation terribly well. He doesn't know exactly what it is that drives Loki from one act to the next truce-- by now, Thor has PResumably told him all about their adventures on the garbage planet— but as long as it's relevant, he's vaguely curious about it.
More ice sizzles, laser light raking across the surface. Another one of the dragon's numerous legs pops free, moving around sluggishly. It's still under the influence of the Jotun's magic.]
You know what I don't get.
[Chink! CRACK. Frozen crystals splitting under the punishing force of laser light.] Why you're in such a rush to ignore shit that happened six years ago, when all that was motivated by shit that happened what. Five hundred years before? Seven hundred? [The man in a can zips overhead, and starts cutting at ice on the other side of the dagon.] If you were human, my doctor would call that anxious avoidance. [A beat.] And if he weren't asleep. When does your tragedy expire, demigod?
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More ice sizzles, laser light raking across the surface. Another one of the dragon's numerous legs pops free, moving around sluggishly. It's still under the influence of the Jotun's magic.]
You know what I don't get.
[Chink! CRACK. Frozen crystals splitting under the punishing force of laser light.] Why you're in such a rush to ignore shit that happened six years ago, when all that was motivated by shit that happened what. Five hundred years before? Seven hundred? [The man in a can zips overhead, and starts cutting at ice on the other side of the dagon.] If you were human, my doctor would call that anxious avoidance. [A beat.] And if he weren't asleep. When does your tragedy expire, demigod?