Loki is the planner between the two of us - and that has her lips press together in a tight line, brows going up. With her hands on her hips, staring up at him expectantly to backtrack, to pivot that line away from its implication, it's easy to see why even Loki folded to her.
And staring up at him as she fumbles, she feels that echo of a thought in herself:
I always wanted my brother back, too.
"Have you learned nothing from your own Loki? Trust is dangerous." She searches his eyes for the truth of that. "Like a dagger slid between your ribs. Only you don't have to worry I'd stab you in the back. I'd carve your heart out while staring you down, Thor."
It sounds like a threat, but there's a sadness in the way she says it. Remembers kissing Loki, and shoving him through the door back to the TVA. Denying him the opportunity to be there for her, to catch her when she fell.
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And staring up at him as she fumbles, she feels that echo of a thought in herself:
I always wanted my brother back, too.
"Have you learned nothing from your own Loki? Trust is dangerous." She searches his eyes for the truth of that. "Like a dagger slid between your ribs. Only you don't have to worry I'd stab you in the back. I'd carve your heart out while staring you down, Thor."
It sounds like a threat, but there's a sadness in the way she says it. Remembers kissing Loki, and shoving him through the door back to the TVA. Denying him the opportunity to be there for her, to catch her when she fell.