whatever glass Loki's holding he lowers it, green eyes trailing across the ballroom and over to Stiles obnoxious voice. he glances around in a wide, exaggerated gesture before pointing himself, like there were a few other Lokis in the room, and Stiles just happened upon a group of them.
cocking his hip, he swirls his glass with his wrist and gives Stiles a once over. ]
You live like a troll, have the dreadful good looks of a draugr, and you only smell slightly better than my brother's twin goats in the heat of summer.
[ probably not throw insults, Loki, this isn't a roast. ]
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whatever glass Loki's holding he lowers it, green eyes trailing across the ballroom and over to Stiles obnoxious voice. he glances around in a wide, exaggerated gesture before pointing himself, like there were a few other Lokis in the room, and Stiles just happened upon a group of them.
cocking his hip, he swirls his glass with his wrist and gives Stiles a once over. ]
You live like a troll, have the dreadful good looks of a draugr, and you only smell slightly better than my brother's twin goats in the heat of summer.
[ probably not throw insults, Loki, this isn't a roast. ]