[Poor Loki. Aradia's eyes go big for a moment, her eyebrows raising in surprise, her mouth falling into a silent oh- and then she falls back to earth, her feet connecting with a soft thump, and bursts out laughing.
It's not smooth in the least. It's not kind either, and she tries to cover up her mouth and keep it in check, but it's too late. Her head thumps against his shoulder, and she shakes, he's probably going to be so embarrassed but of all things to say that was so unbelievably, indescribably Loki that she can't make herself stop.]
Oh! [She says, gasping and giggling, patting his shoulder in sympathy.] Yes, except for that, you were doing so well until then.
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It's not smooth in the least. It's not kind either, and she tries to cover up her mouth and keep it in check, but it's too late. Her head thumps against his shoulder, and she shakes, he's probably going to be so embarrassed but of all things to say that was so unbelievably, indescribably Loki that she can't make herself stop.]
Oh! [She says, gasping and giggling, patting his shoulder in sympathy.] Yes, except for that, you were doing so well until then.