[And Sif's been unseated. Because in well over a thousand years, she's never seen Loki like this. Loki Odinson, Loki Silvertounge, Loki Liesmith. Stupid Loki. She looks up, and makes a guttural noise in her throat, trying to remain in control. Her eyes are red and she hates it. Then, very quietly:]
I honestly don't know if I want to protect that piece, or grind it up into dust.
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I honestly don't know if I want to protect that piece, or grind it up into dust.