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[Loki's certainly not impressed with his new accommodations, not one bit. He knew that he was about to fall, something just told him that he wasn't going to hold on, that he wouldn't get the answer from Odin that he so desperately needed to hear. So falling through the realms wasn't really unexpected in the end. But what he didn't expect was to survive at all. Much less survive, and end up here. But if he's stuck, for now, he might as well try to gather a bit of information. Ignorance is rarely bliss, in the end.]

This place certainly has it's questionable charm. Questionable being the keyword. I suppose this is when I humbly beg my fellow captives for information? I'll try to make it worth your while, in the future.

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I am so happy to give that, people take it for granted, but I promise I never will. [It's small, and barely there, true displays of emotion were difficult for her to say the least, unless it was her temper, but she does smile at him properly.] I have heard that said, but sometimes it's not risk the uncertainty. You can never predict them, and it drives me utterly mad when when I am forced too. [No, Loki, not good.]

It put me off my favourite desert for awhile. They put glass in it, nothing ruins a meal like that. [She wished her guards were half so alert. It would save so much time.]

I am sure you will, and I know my trust will not be misplaced.