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Damage? To what?

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My...[Relationships? That's a bit sentimental.] My reputation, mostly. Although I cannot say if he'd paint me in a better or worse light, nor which I would prefer.

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Oh, I asked him so many embarrassing questions of you when you guys were kids. He's definitely got that vibe of 'sexy jock' going. If this were a high school AU. Admiral, get on it, stat!

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[...Putting aside that disturbing series of words, Loki narrows his eyes.]

Like what? What sorts of questions?

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Like what you guys were like when you were kids.

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[Squint.]

And nothing else?

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Other than that big jock energy? Not really.

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As the God of Lies I can sense when you're telling me falsehoods.

[This is not true.]

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Whaaaaat.

Come on, all I asked elsewise was whether you had hair extensions, I swear!

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And you, my warden, didn't ask about my crimes at all?

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Whyyyyy would I ask your brother, a totally not-at-all-biased party, anything like that?

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Because he was there?

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Yeaaah, but what, he's gonna tell me some weird-ass account of your crimes and literally nothing else? You really want your big jock brother to color my amazing opinion of you?

Cripes, you ask five people about one guy and you get five different accounts of the same person! If I had a brother I wouldn't want assholes going to him asking after MY worst moments.

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I didn't say I wanted it. I'm just. Surprised you aren't more curious.

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Oh, I'm totally curious.

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And capable of such self-restraint, it seems.

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Look! I learned something! Gold star please.

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[Loki's still skeptical, but fine. He'll let it go. For now.

Flatly:] I'm very proud of you.

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You wanna talk about yourself so badly, don't you.

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[Loki's eyes flash with offense-- mostly at being called out like that.]

I want to know what you know. I hardly want to relive my greatest crimes.

[Even if there are parts he knows Betelgeuse would enjoy and praise him for.]

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Babes, there is nothing wrong with talking about yourself. Lean into it! Boast for a while, you're amazing! I'm a captive audience.

Come on. We'll match crime for crime.

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[Hm. Fine. But he's starting slow.]

I sabotaged my brother's coronation by conspiring with the enemy.

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Haha, oh shit. "Family party's cancelled, Imma go commit treason."

I let a horde of Netherworld goats into Mom's office and led to paperwork being backfiled for 60 years. I don't know if goats count as the enemy.

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Well, it's only treason if you get caught. Which I wasn't aiming for.

I attempted to steal the throne while my brother was banished and my adoptive father was in a coma. I also tried to kill my brother and put innocents in danger in doing so. I successfully killed my biological father.

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No shit!

My mom told me that when I was a baby I would set the curtains on fire for laughs. I would also just. Set a LOT of fires. All the time. so many.

I'm jealous. My dad's gone. Left because of me. Probs because of the fires.