Goodness, [ he murmurs, eyes locked on Lexie's face, flicking one of his wrists in order to embed a dagger in the throat of a combatant who was approaching from behind him and to the left.
No need for either of them to get stabbed on the account of tears, not after he'd just saved her.
Loki doesn't think he's ever seen anyone look at him the way that this woman did in the moments before she burst into tears, and part of him is insanely jealous of the man she's confused him for — another variant or something else entirely? — while the rest of him solidly wishes they were anywhere else so that he could coax answers out of her without pretense.
He pulls a small handkerchief out of literally nowhere and presents it to her with a flourish and a small frown. ]
Come now, my dear, let's mind ourselves, shall we?
[ They can, even, fight side-by-side with their daggers while he slowly drags them towards the edge of the skirmish and, with luck, eventually lead her back to camp. It's not like he's going to let her out of his sight now. ]
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No need for either of them to get stabbed on the account of tears, not after he'd just saved her.
Loki doesn't think he's ever seen anyone look at him the way that this woman did in the moments before she burst into tears, and part of him is insanely jealous of the man she's confused him for — another variant or something else entirely? — while the rest of him solidly wishes they were anywhere else so that he could coax answers out of her without pretense.
He pulls a small handkerchief out of literally nowhere and presents it to her with a flourish and a small frown. ]
Come now, my dear, let's mind ourselves, shall we?
[ They can, even, fight side-by-side with their daggers while he slowly drags them towards the edge of the skirmish and, with luck, eventually lead her back to camp. It's not like he's going to let her out of his sight now. ]