[ as if a shark person is a completely normal thing, Loki shoves the beast back at knifepoint. if a shark could sweat, a shark would be sweating now. there's beads of moisture in the air, a tense cloud of humidity around them as the pirate staggers back. Loki swaggers forward, allowing enough room for Sieglinde to rise and hide beneath the swing of his jacket. ]
If I were you, I would leave.
[ he catches the gaze of twin beady eyes, and there's one more step back before the cutlass starts swinging wildly again, the shark-faced pirate chomping forward in a frenzy.
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If I were you, I would leave.
[ he catches the gaze of twin beady eyes, and there's one more step back before the cutlass starts swinging wildly again, the shark-faced pirate chomping forward in a frenzy.
Loki hisses a curse beneath his breath. ]