MASK OR MENACE IC CONTACT

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"Hey, it's Kate. Leave a message."

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Then again, that means you can have all that love and friendship all to yourself. Something that he can't really mess with. [Kate has always wondered about the relationship between the previous Loki and Thor. She doesn't know much about it. What she does know is this: relationships between siblings are complicated. Maybe they aren't "I'm going to fight you and your superhero friends all the time" complicated.

But they're definitely complicated.

As it stands, that's what she finds herself thinking about at the moment, especially since Loki just voluntarily admitted to loving her as a friend.

She won't ruin that for him.]

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I was trying to keep this from getting too tooth-rottingly sappy.

[ he says with some amusement. ]

You ruined that one.

[ there's a sway of his hips as he takes a few steps closer before offering her a hand. ]

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You mentioned love first, not me. [So, the die was cast, so to speak.]

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Aye-aye, pin this one on me. I suppose I have to take something for the team.

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Yeah, I'll pin the facts on you, Loki. How terrible of me.

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Can we just forget about that part? I think we should forget about that part.

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Forget that you have positive feelings about me.

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[ there's a little groan from him. ]

Forget the part where we have to talk about them.

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Forget the part where you've already talked about them. [Because he did. He did it all on his own. Aw, he's growing up.]

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Yes, that part.

[ he's looking at her now, eyes narrowing. ]

... This is a very bad forgetting exercise.

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He says to Kate Bishop, someone who has photographic memory. [Her tone is a little singsong.]

We should go buy some wine. We're lucky enough to be here for it.

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I have an awful time saying no to wine.

[ he tips his head back at her before offering an arm. he is a good, handsome escort. ]

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[She takes his arm, wrapping her fingers around his bicep.]

Lead the way, Mr. Loki of Asgard.