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]

"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.