[ loki closes his eyes briefly. he thinks of the black mark in his chest, thick hands around his neck and the absence of sound and light in the void. the way of things indeed. when he opens his eyes, they're clear and calm once more. ]
[If he's honest, Thor isn't certain he wouldn't be waiting for such a thing even when Loki had died right in front of him. Being here immediately after the fact ... it blunts that madness, keeps it at arms' length more than he could manage at home. That doesn't mean it can't linger sometimes.]
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Fair enough.
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There are no truly good options.
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Just the one.