was she asking for it, was she asking nice?

[amethysts]

CHARACTERS: Libby and Loki; etc. as required
LOCATION: Libby's hide-out in Engineering
WARNINGS: Libby is a psycho
SUMMARY: HI LOKI LET LIBBY TELL YOU ABOUT HER HATE
NOTES: Jesus this will go well right???



Libby wants Loki far, far away.

Of course she has no choice, but she seethes under oppression. He wants to tear her away from the sentimental cradling of Jesse? Fine. Go ahead. Make her a whore again. Libby doesn't care. What she wants had never matters, has it? Should it start now? Of course not. It never should.

(She grieves like he ripped her heart, bloody and pulsing, out of her.)

She grins at Loki, bleeding and open, when he arrives: "What you want, bitch?

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[snaketrap]

"You wished to yell at me, did you not?" It's flat as he moves forward. He's recovered, finally. Enough for him to make note of all that surrounds the two of them, this little area, and the Engineering quarters in general in which he has not yet explored.

His eyes fall down on to her and with a small gesture of his hands it's enough to say, 'well, go on.'

[amethysts]

"Right.."

Loki seriously--he was mocking her. She knew it. She grins horribly and keeps working.

She should have have bombs ready before. She won't make thw same mistake twice. Bombs unfold easy, safe. Bombs make sense. In working them she calms.

"You let them do that to Jesse," she says, flat and toothless.

[snaketrap]

"I protect you, not he. Last to my knowledge he was rather, how shall I say, resentful - to be kind." Of course he was mocking you, but lets not forget his impressive act prior to this meeting and he were still going to go with that should it arise again.

Although he will take the time to mention this, as he wanders. "You, on the other hand, needed no such aid."

[amethysts]

Libby stays very, very still, as a sheet of metal she's been working twists and shrieks in protest.

"He is me, you fucker. He is me." No help--she's proving his point as the whole room warps, walls wavering and bulging, the floor buckling underneath them. Everything can be broken. Libby feels every flaw of construction like an open wound; at heart she's a perfectionist.

[snaketrap]

He just gives a look. She is unlikely to see it but she might as well feel it. He'll start here:

"He's an extension of your sentiment. How did you meet him?"

[amethysts]

"No."

He can have anything, but not--not that. The complex tangle of what they are, her heart out of her body. No, she isn't done. She's crying and doesn't even care enough to dry her face. Let the tears come. At least she feels anything.

"From now on--from now on, he's first. 'Cause if he goes--I burn you to the fucking ground. You won't be able to stop me. Kill me, sure. But before that all of your cute fucking lies go."

"But this time--"

Now she does cover her eyes, voice hitching: "I can't--you came and you--I am so sorry."

[snaketrap]

"It's a question to understand, Libby. That is all." His sigh comes lightly and glances away as she does cry. He used to feel something when he saw tears come to others. It had slowly worked itself away but when had it become nothing at all? He could not tell.

Simply, Loki comes to sit near by and a finger presses to her lips for just a second. So young, and while through so much still so fragile. "Why do you think I lie and what of, do tell me."

[amethysts]

"About your name," Libby whispers, helpless, a little bird in a snare. "About what you--please, please don't touch me."

But she isn't flinching. Just staying there, quietly hopeless,, because she deserves it. She deserves everything anyone could do to her, now. She might as well slit her wrists and be done, but she's a coward.

[snaketrap]

"I mean no threat," and so he moves his touch away. "You trouble your mind over petty things, truly. A name?"

He told you he was a trouble maker. He'd been honest in that. He pulled through for you, didn't he?

[amethysts]

Libby shudders, pathetically grateful. She is so, so grateful, for everything, and evwn if she doesn't deserve it--Jesse does.

"It doesn't matter. I just--" she toys with wire between her fingers, face twisting up "--I can't pay you back. Ever. I can try but I'll never--I'm sorry for everything. Everything I said and did, about you. I was wrong. You're a good guy. I'm just a fucking idiot."

[snaketrap]

"Take a moment to gather yourself." He watches her fall apart. She's just a girl. She wants what young girls want. She wants people to like her and accept her, she wants to be useful, she wants to feel like she has control over her world.

"Good and evil are relative, truly. I think you understand on a surface level how real that is, but perhaps soon you'll see it's further meaning."

[amethysts]

If he were someone else--Nikolai, Jesse, Syg--she'd lean in and cry. Now she dries her tears on her sleeve. She's a simple, simple creature, at heart, just like he sees. Easy for a god to figure out a sixteen year old girl.

She does lean, but only to timidly brush her fingers on the back of his hand.

"Okay. Then--you're good to me. You saved them. You didn't have to, no one made you--and I don't care why. I don't. Just--thank you. Thank you, and I'm yours. You keep Jesse safe and I'll be anything you want."

[snaketrap]

He's quiet for a bit, just watching. Tough love -- not like he cared to really give it, but. Anyway, he finally speaks. "Did Gods exist in your world?"

[amethysts]

"No. I told you. Horrible and boring." Libby retreats, putting her hands in her lap, twisting her fingers together. The bomb dhe was working on twitches.

[snaketrap]

"The Earth I knew was also boring and horrible and we still existed," he laughed, although perhaps more judgmental in manner. She wouldn't listen so he wouldn't care to tell her any tales. He had her loyalty, that was enough he supposed.

"I'd hide it," spoken, as he moved to leave again. "The log. I know not the powers here but if they can bring Thor to be amongst us then in all humble truth I know it stronger than I."

[amethysts]

"I don't care." Libby really doesn't anymore. What else can happen? She's making her bombs and that'll be her contingency plan--except it's not really a plan, she's not making more plans. Plans didn't get her anywhere before.

"Unless it bothers you." She corrects herself. This loyalty thing--it's easy to fall back into. "I'm sorry. I'll hide it."

[snaketrap]

"You aught to," a pause. "Nothing good comes from apathy."

Well then, he's done here.