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Loki stared at her, and for a few moments was completely speechless. He should have known that she would meet his anger with her own, but still he felt shocked by the audacity of her words.
“Well, I must offer my most sincere apologies if I have inconvenienced you. As soon as I met you I should have immediately abandoned any and all sense of ambition I ever had to cater to your every whim and desire!” He exclaimed, every word laced with sarcasm. “I trust the fact that the past 4 months have been devoted to little other than my search for you should be enough to mitigate the immense displeasure you must have felt.”
“That’s not what I meant and you *know* it!” She spat, but her anger was quickly fading, twisting with guilt and concern and that little thrill that they were having this argument at all. It wasn’t that she doubted him, but his clear distress about all this just reaffirmed his care for her -- so long as she hadn’t fucked it up.
“You really thought me gone?” She said, tone soft, shoulders slumping, all aggression and posturing bleeding out of her form. “You truly searched for me?”
