Sweeney gives precisely zero fucks about any distaste Loki might have in regards to him smoking. That said, he's not aggressive about making that point. He smokes casually, not intentionally blowing smoke in his direction.
"Yeah. America's Thor fuckin' offed himself in the 30s. Over a fuckin' woman. An' 'cause, well, Grimnir's a fuckin' cunt."
He rolls his eyes and presses the cigarette between his lips so he has both hands to refill his glass.
"Haven't spent time with..." Sweeney pauses in consideration before vaguely wiggling his fingers at Loki in illustration. "Their Loki. S'spect he's too clever ta spend much time with Grimnir."
Bottle set aside, he lifts his glass in faint toast. "Cause fuck that asshole."
Even as he knows that the Thor Sweeney is speaking of isn't his Thor, at least twice over, Loki feels a cold shock at the idea of him committing suicide. It's absurd to think of Thor ever getting that low, of course. Which is probably why it hits so hard to consider it.
But he does his best to conceal this reaction and keep focused as Sweeney goes on. He manages a faint smirk and a raised glass in kind.
Once he's swallowed, he muses, "I should have gotten out of there much sooner. In hindsight it seems so obviously foolish, to think I was related to any of them. And yet I let him influence so much of me." He draws his fingertip along the rim of his glass. "Perhaps someday I'll forgive him. But not anytime soon."
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"Yeah. America's Thor fuckin' offed himself in the 30s. Over a fuckin' woman. An' 'cause, well, Grimnir's a fuckin' cunt."
He rolls his eyes and presses the cigarette between his lips so he has both hands to refill his glass.
"Haven't spent time with..." Sweeney pauses in consideration before vaguely wiggling his fingers at Loki in illustration. "Their Loki. S'spect he's too clever ta spend much time with Grimnir."
Bottle set aside, he lifts his glass in faint toast. "Cause fuck that asshole."
cw: mention of suicide
But he does his best to conceal this reaction and keep focused as Sweeney goes on. He manages a faint smirk and a raised glass in kind.
Once he's swallowed, he muses, "I should have gotten out of there much sooner. In hindsight it seems so obviously foolish, to think I was related to any of them. And yet I let him influence so much of me." He draws his fingertip along the rim of his glass. "Perhaps someday I'll forgive him. But not anytime soon."