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[stopmjolnirtime]

Threads that don't fall into posts or logs, sneaky private gatherings or midnight rendezvous. Whatever your fancy.

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[complicatedliar]

"LIAR." He took a step toward Thor, his unwounded fingers crooking in the way that heralded a knife being called.

[touchofrogue]

Clearly, letting them talk to each other directly was a terrible idea. Rogue whistled loudly through her teeth in a bid for their attention, but she didn't step between them again. "All right, that's enough!"

She would wait and see if that got their attention, got them to stop, before taking whatever action she needed to take after that. Rogue only hoped she could figure out what that was.

[stopmjolnirtime]

Thor had been braced for conflict, but not of a mind to lash out nor defend himself. In losing his temper and attacking Loki had only served to prove his point for him. Whatever his brother might see fit to mete out, he could endure. It would leave him bruised and bleeding, most likely, but he would not raise a hand to him.

The whistle was strange enough to pull his attention from the potential threat to Rogue. He had nothing to say, but he did pay her mind.

[complicatedliar]

The whistle made Loki's head jerk, though his gaze was still focused on Thor and coldly murderous. He took another step, fingers twitching, but didn't go any further. "Liar," he snarled.

[touchofrogue]

This possibly needed to go down, but not like this, not with Loki so upset like this -- she couldn't stand it. And part of her worried that it would provoke another panic attack, and she didn't want Thor to have to see those.

She slowly stepped towards Loki and then wrapped her hand around the wrist of his bleeding palm. "Come on," she said quietly, tugging his hand in a bid to get him to look at her, to be here and now, as she looked at him and only him. "I want to go take care of those cuts."

[complicatedliar]

His wrist jerked against her grip, and he finally looked at her. His eyes were far too wide. He looked back at Thor, then her again. "I--" he licked his lips.

No. Thor was a liar. Thor had thrown him, and he'd told Rogue the truth. She believed him. That was all that mattered.

With visible effort, he reined his anger back in. "Nothing to worry about," he said. "But we can go if you like."

[touchofrogue]

"It would make me feel better," she said quietly, still looking just at him. And she was being as careful as she could be to make cleaning his wounds about her, in part because she knew it was true that he would be fine, but also to save his pride here.

She had heard what Thor said, heard what Loki protested, and simply put it aside for now. She was more concerned with what was going on here and now, since her faith in Loki was so deeply invested that hearing a different version of this pivotal moment hardly broke her out of her main concern.

[complicatedliar]

"All right," he said. "If it will make you feel better." He forced himself to relax, and then turned completely away from Thor.

[stopmjolnirtime]

Thor had long since put his back to the couple- whatever this was, it was not meant for his eyes nor his attention. It was between lovers. Instead he did as he thought he should have in the first place, sweeping up the shattered glass.

[touchofrogue]

Now Rogue spared a glance back at Thor and saw he was cleaning up the mess -- well, good. She continued to hold Loki by the wrist and gently tugged him towards the door.

[complicatedliar]

Loki glanced back as well, and he managed to summon up a decent enough glare. But it felt hollow, even if the look seemed genuine enough. Now that the immediacy of anger was gone, he had larger concerns. What if Rogue believed Thor? What if she thought he was lying? No, she wouldn't do that. She couldn't.

He followed her silently.