Wh— it's not her money, [ Loki starts, and then makes a negating gesture with his hand, shaking his head. ] Nevermind. You've stated your preference.
[ He'd said 'if you were willing to let me' and she's obviously not willing to let him, so he has to let it go. Right? Otherwise, they're going to end up arguing over something stupid, or she's going to think that he doesn't believe she's capable of managing for herself, and he just.
He'd rather cut that off at the pass. Like, now-ish. He'd definitely like to help, but as the many gods of many worlds know, as much as he'd like to spoil her immensely, he won't do it if she's going to resent him for it.
Stopping himself from sighing petulantly, Loki leans back a little, gaze now refocused towards the city out of the window. ] There, [ he says, pointing to a building with white brick instead of grey, with curves at the edges instead of sharp corners, with blue moulding and gold filigree. ] We've arrived.
[ The carriage shudders to a stop and the driver hops down to open the door on Sylvie's side. ]
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[ He'd said 'if you were willing to let me' and she's obviously not willing to let him, so he has to let it go. Right? Otherwise, they're going to end up arguing over something stupid, or she's going to think that he doesn't believe she's capable of managing for herself, and he just.
He'd rather cut that off at the pass. Like, now-ish. He'd definitely like to help, but as the many gods of many worlds know, as much as he'd like to spoil her immensely, he won't do it if she's going to resent him for it.
Stopping himself from sighing petulantly, Loki leans back a little, gaze now refocused towards the city out of the window. ] There, [ he says, pointing to a building with white brick instead of grey, with curves at the edges instead of sharp corners, with blue moulding and gold filigree. ] We've arrived.
[ The carriage shudders to a stop and the driver hops down to open the door on Sylvie's side. ]