
Loki chuckled and propped himself upright.
"Although, we did try, very politely, to decline your invitation."
His eyes hardened.
"Seems like you didn't get the message."
Malekith stared them both down.
"Actually, this wasn't an invitation you could refuse."
"Clearly."
Loki glared at the Dark Elf.
"I want your....help."
Loki snorted.
"What? No 'pretty please'?"
One of the elves kicked him in the stomach and he doubled over, winded.
"I'm looking for something, and I believe one of you knows where it is."









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