[ the ground is still soft with dung, and his boots sink into it as if they haven't been properly caked in foulness yet. there are bits and pieces of soft brown projectiles splattering this way and that as the beetle scrambles after its prize, and Loki lingers the barest of moments before it's gone before he juggles Dany single-handedly to return her to her feet, allowing free use of his arm as a steady (but not too obvious) crutch if she needs.
the unfortunate gunk on his cheek flicks away with her finger, and there's a curious look that she receives in response. there were times that he acted on his own accord without thinking of his own ambitions, they were rare, but this managed to be one of them. ]
Gross. [ he says mostly to himself, with a flat gaze toward their long-gone friend.
and then she's looking at him funny, and he catches her expression over his shoulder, and looks back at her with a tug of an animated frown, as if he knew that there was something hidden in her words. ]
Hm ... [ he looks faux thoughtful, tapping a finger against his chin.
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the unfortunate gunk on his cheek flicks away with her finger, and there's a curious look that she receives in response. there were times that he acted on his own accord without thinking of his own ambitions, they were rare, but this managed to be one of them. ]
Gross. [ he says mostly to himself, with a flat gaze toward their long-gone friend.
and then she's looking at him funny, and he catches her expression over his shoulder, and looks back at her with a tug of an animated frown, as if he knew that there was something hidden in her words. ]
Hm ... [ he looks faux thoughtful, tapping a finger against his chin.
there's long pause. ] I give up. What wasn't?