[Eyes narrow at Natasha.] I had a hand in this, slattern? Drunken slattern. The stink of your shame yet lingers.
[And there's Tony. Loki vaguely knows what a camera and a camera phone and hisses.] You yet live, too. I had hoped the lot of you would perish in the midst of your debauchery last eve. The stink of rotting flesh and vomitus would be more pleasant.
[Oh perfect. The diminutive alter ego of the green beast. There might just be a flash of fear, though. Not just for what happened in Manhattan, but for what happened last night. His eyes glare daggers but he goes silent, sulk intensifying.
It's either to do with Bruce or the Velvet Tony Portrait propped up on the vanity across from the shower. Its's been mocking him all night.]
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[And there's Tony. Loki vaguely knows what a camera and a camera phone and hisses.] You yet live, too. I had hoped the lot of you would perish in the midst of your debauchery last eve. The stink of rotting flesh and vomitus would be more pleasant.
[Oh perfect. The diminutive alter ego of the green beast. There might just be a flash of fear, though. Not just for what happened in Manhattan, but for what happened last night. His eyes glare daggers but he goes silent, sulk intensifying.
It's either to do with Bruce or the Velvet Tony Portrait propped up on the vanity across from the shower. Its's been mocking him all night.]