Without letting go of his other self, Loki put the bottle into the pocket of his jacket and closed the button over it with one hand.
His voice was low and icy as he spoke. "Liar." Contempt seeping from every syllable, he went on: "Miserable, wretched little liar! Is this what you've become? Or have you always been like that? Have you never stood in Ægir's hall and tossed their lies back into their faces?"
Staring down at the redhead, he watched for the other's reaction. "You're a shame for the name you bear. You disgust me."
With that, he released him and turned pointedly away, gesturing to the bartender for another refill.
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Date: Monday, 11 January 2010 22:50 (UTC)His voice was low and icy as he spoke. "Liar." Contempt seeping from every syllable, he went on: "Miserable, wretched little liar! Is this what you've become? Or have you always been like that? Have you never stood in Ægir's hall and tossed their lies back into their faces?"
Staring down at the redhead, he watched for the other's reaction. "You're a shame for the name you bear. You disgust me."
With that, he released him and turned pointedly away, gesturing to the bartender for another refill.