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We're done, New Moore.

We're breaking up. Anything you want to call it. You've done enough.

No wonder it backfired. Must've been lonely.

[ he scoffs at the word loneliness ]

It is taxing, nothing more.

Okay, taxing. Frost Giants aren't evil, you know. It's your choice whether you want to associate with that side, and I know that's not all there is to it. Something important to your identity was kept from you, like you said, it's taxing. But you're Loki, whatever you want that to mean.

And you think it's that simple? That I can choose to ignore or overwrite what has been done?

It's not simple at all. It's upsetting, and it's confusing, and that's an understatement. But I think you're capable of it. And I'm sure others would agree with me.

Others. What others? Thor? My supposed family? The heroes that reside here who watch my every move for my evil to take shape? Who?!

Your-- yeah, the people who raised you. I'm not defending their decision, because it's a stupid one, and you don't deserve that, no matter what their intentions were. But if they truly intended it to help, they need to be able to trust that you can do this. They've been around longer than these supposed "heroes", haven't they?

They never will.

Are you sure?

I am.

Okay, Loki.

[ Talking about his feelings wears him down. His hair falls over his face as he quietly pushes it off, breathing heavily ]

[He gives him a long stare...and throws a snowball at his face. He's not sure why. Maybe to snap him out of it, maybe to distract him.]

Frost.

Loki.

Do you have nothing better to do than to be a thorn at my side?

It's too early to make it snow, I don't have a job, I already did everything else I was planning to do today...no, looks like my schedule's free.

You are a blight.

Aw. You're nice too.

Do not call me that.

Got it.

Mmmm.

[ He feels bone-weary. Normally he'd put up a bigger fight. ]

[He glances out the window, not surprised when he finds nothing new. Regardless, he opens it and sits on the sill, feet dangling over the floor.]

I'm going to go find somewhere else to spread my blight. The whole plague thing. You should try some soup, read a book, drink if you're into that. Have tea if you're not.

I don't need your mothering, Frost. Go cause car accidents already.

I won't disappoint you. [He leans all the way back, doing a flip out of the window, and shutting it as an afterthought.]

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