Not like this. [Loki insists, gesturing vaguely to himself. He means 'not while I am this' but can't quite bring himself to say it. He can feel her shiver still, with what he's not entirely sure to be cold, can see the way she is staring at him, her eyes dark.]
How can you prefer this? [He asks disbelievingly. It makes him feel vulnerable and suspicious, and both feelings quickly grow into anger, as per usual with Loki. He kissed her back fully this time, his grip tightening on her shoulders. If she wanted the monster, he would give her the monster. He bit on her jaw when she leaned away again, his cool fingers stroking down to her waist and pulling her closer.]
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How can you prefer this? [He asks disbelievingly. It makes him feel vulnerable and suspicious, and both feelings quickly grow into anger, as per usual with Loki. He kissed her back fully this time, his grip tightening on her shoulders. If she wanted the monster, he would give her the monster. He bit on her jaw when she leaned away again, his cool fingers stroking down to her waist and pulling her closer.]
This is spectacularly unwise, even for you.