Date: 2012-06-21 07:12 am (UTC)
poisonousdream: (oh?)
Loki raises his eyebrows in feigned surprise, the movement of the orb momentarily arrested.

"We made a bargain, did we not?"

He rises, then, clutching the orb in the palm of his hand and sauntering toward her.

"I confess that certain events of the past have called for... necessary alterations. What with your beloved archer no longer able to provide his services. But I'm nothing if not honor-bound. And so, the burden must fall upon me to take his place."

He doesn't look all that sorry, really.
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