[The protected cover of that jacket does seem very tempting, and its where Sieglinde flees to, hovering anxiously behind Loki with a hand carefully curled in the hem of said jacket, only tight enough for presence and loose enough to release the instant he might need move unfettered.
She might be more used to battles now, but that doesn't stop her breath from catching, holding, while the pirate and god stare each other down, nor flinching away slightly as it summons up its anger and the cutlass and teeth rage forward.
Maybe Loki doesn't need her help, but she can't help herself in the end despite her decision to refrain, emerald eyes darting back to the rope she herself had tripped over... and whispering a word Merlin had taught her, once upon a time, that sends the thick, ocean slick coil straight into the pirate's footpath along the gesture of her hand.]
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She might be more used to battles now, but that doesn't stop her breath from catching, holding, while the pirate and god stare each other down, nor flinching away slightly as it summons up its anger and the cutlass and teeth rage forward.
Maybe Loki doesn't need her help, but she can't help herself in the end despite her decision to refrain, emerald eyes darting back to the rope she herself had tripped over... and whispering a word Merlin had taught her, once upon a time, that sends the thick, ocean slick coil straight into the pirate's footpath along the gesture of her hand.]