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[ The video cuts to the godling racing up a wall of vertical stained-glass laced with vines, picking her way carefully; the green sparkles on her boots only seem to work when she touches the window. It's old, part of a ruined temple, and creaks a little here and there. Loki, however, seems to know what she's doing. Panting hard, she grins widely when she reaches the top of the ancient dome, windswept in her triumph. All around her is an incredible view of the seemingly endless jungle canopy. ]
South-west of the waterfalls there was a Taco Cat religion here some time ago. At least, that's how I'm interpreting the leftover hieroglyphs. Taco-eating-a-Cat? Could be a grim clam. I'm on my way back to some murals I think folk might be interested to see, but first —
[ Freezing as an angry roar rises in the distance, Loki continues. Out of her pocket she takes a stone artefact the size of a large Rubix's cube, carved with odd designs, showing it off for the camera in her gloved hand before tilting the view away as she taps it in a certain pattern to open it up; inside is what looks like liquid opal that emits a blue pulsing glow. ]
Wait for it ...
[ The ancient music-box tinkles out a matching version of Christina Aguilera's DIRRRTY as Loki hums, laughing delightedly when it does. ]
Isn't she lovely? I'm naming her Dolly after Parton. Lots of animal etchings, especially this Taco-Cat. I think it was also a god of — [ Shiiiiiiit! Not a God of Shit, no.
The dome shatters when a second roar blasts up through the temple's dome and Loki drops through the ceiling, grasping wildly at vines. Her phone and the cube crash through the canopy as they slip into the jungle, leaves and branches lashing at them until they all hit the dirt with a whumph that would indicate a mortal's immediate demise. But Loki is fine (dirty, not dead!) as she curses Skrymir's frosty balls and hisses Norns damn this soggy moss, finally snatching up her bright Starkphone to seek out the cube and stuff it in her coat. ]
Ah, anyway ... [ The growling rises for a third time, now in ground-level proximity. Loki scrabbles to her feet, horns skewered and clothes muddied. ] Never mind, archaeology later!
[ Which is when she makes a hasty exit and ends the feed. ]
South-west of the waterfalls there was a Taco Cat religion here some time ago. At least, that's how I'm interpreting the leftover hieroglyphs. Taco-eating-a-Cat? Could be a grim clam. I'm on my way back to some murals I think folk might be interested to see, but first —
[ Freezing as an angry roar rises in the distance, Loki continues. Out of her pocket she takes a stone artefact the size of a large Rubix's cube, carved with odd designs, showing it off for the camera in her gloved hand before tilting the view away as she taps it in a certain pattern to open it up; inside is what looks like liquid opal that emits a blue pulsing glow. ]
Wait for it ...
[ The ancient music-box tinkles out a matching version of Christina Aguilera's DIRRRTY as Loki hums, laughing delightedly when it does. ]
Isn't she lovely? I'm naming her Dolly after Parton. Lots of animal etchings, especially this Taco-Cat. I think it was also a god of — [ Shiiiiiiit! Not a God of Shit, no.
The dome shatters when a second roar blasts up through the temple's dome and Loki drops through the ceiling, grasping wildly at vines. Her phone and the cube crash through the canopy as they slip into the jungle, leaves and branches lashing at them until they all hit the dirt with a whumph that would indicate a mortal's immediate demise. But Loki is fine (dirty, not dead!) as she curses Skrymir's frosty balls and hisses Norns damn this soggy moss, finally snatching up her bright Starkphone to seek out the cube and stuff it in her coat. ]
Ah, anyway ... [ The growling rises for a third time, now in ground-level proximity. Loki scrabbles to her feet, horns skewered and clothes muddied. ] Never mind, archaeology later!
[ Which is when she makes a hasty exit and ends the feed. ]
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[Now what is she up to? She, apparently, which should surprise Steve, but doesn't.]
What's out there?
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Doggo the Fearsome, amongst other beasties. No fear! All is well.
[ And the temple she turned Tomb Raider on, stealing its best artefact, but never mind that or the location. Look at the big scary dog burping up berries! ]
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Shouldn't you have brought help?
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Stay out of trouble.
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And, no, that doesn't mean I'm not willing to do what I'm asked to do. I'm making that clear now. I just don't like lies.
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[ Scrunching up her nose. ]
I'm not overly fond of the colours red, white, and blue, but you don't see me kicking up a fuss about it. Besides, who's lying?
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The better question is, when are you not lying?
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An even better question is, how do any of the Avengers put up with such a faithless leader?
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Trust isn't something you can just demand.
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It's not crazy that makes the difference.
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On a darker note she agrees; she could never forget what she did to The Boy. But! This isn't about that. ]
You can't put people in boxes forever.
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[It is, for Steve, as simple as that. The past is a lesson that can't be ignored. People do change, which is why he's holding this conversation at all, and he respects Thor's personal business. He's not going to move in when he doesn't have a place to. But if Loki asks for trust from him just like anyone else, he or she will have to earn it like anyone else. Playing the exemption card just proves how the same she really is. It was never Loki's fault to Loki.]
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Give me a reason to feel like I should care that you don't trust me.
[ HOW BOW DAh and the line cuts off. ]