[He stops again, but he doesn't return with his fist this time, even if his hand is curling. It's not in rage this time. It's pure desperation. Maybe that would be it--the breaking point. When she was in too much pain to even hold a book.
His shoulders tremble as the thought rips through him. But he doesn't take the book, even still. He could not accept a gift from Loki. Not so directly.
But maybe he would come back for it later. For now, he walks.]
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His shoulders tremble as the thought rips through him. But he doesn't take the book, even still. He could not accept a gift from Loki. Not so directly.
But maybe he would come back for it later. For now, he walks.]