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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[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.