[ Loki shakes his head. If anything, he should be thanking her. She had given him, for the first time, a sense of friendship. Camaraderie. All the things Loki never knew that could be his, never believed existed for a person like himself. For once, for all his silver tongued gifts, Loki struggles with saying so. Instead he shakes his head, unable to quite meet her gaze, almost shy. ]
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Nothing but the best for your day of triumph.