"Then let them be insulted. It matters little to me." It was an answer born of spite and anger and Loki cared not that it was, at it's root, nothing more than childishly sullen. He didn't expect a response to his behavior or for her to do as he asked--she never would willingly bring around such offense, not even at her child's wish--but he would be damned if he would smile through this all while his hand was being forced.
He would not, he knew, be so lucky as to be dismissed from the conversation to sort things in his own way(which is to say, angrily and sullenly and with quite a bit of drink in the solitude of his own rooms). He would get there eventually, to be sure, and with his back still to her he sensed more than witnessed with his own eyes that she was preparing to continue.
"As you will," he said thinly, dread already settling even heavier in his stomach for what could be coming for him.
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Date: 2014-01-11 05:13 am (UTC)He would not, he knew, be so lucky as to be dismissed from the conversation to sort things in his own way(which is to say, angrily and sullenly and with quite a bit of drink in the solitude of his own rooms). He would get there eventually, to be sure, and with his back still to her he sensed more than witnessed with his own eyes that she was preparing to continue.
"As you will," he said thinly, dread already settling even heavier in his stomach for what could be coming for him.