kingoftheravens:

    “Neither,” he quipped, stepping forward closer to her upside down form with a slightly bigger, more cheeky grin. “I do not recall where I heard it, but I know the woman’s name was Rapunzel and I remember I heard it in some tavern. You cannot expect me to remember where, though. I’m so bloody old, you’re lucky I remember what I ate for breakfast.” Loki gave a short little laugh before he cocked his head sharply to the side, eyes still locked with hers. “Are you a possum?”

     Not only did she learn he was very old, but that he spent time in taverns. She found her smile growing as he laughed. “I wish I were a possum, but then I fear all would eat me, so I retract my wish- no, I am not a possum.” She held a conversation with herself in that sentence, huffing a smile, pale slender hands reached for him, “Come up with me, I shall pull you up.” There were a network of walkways embedded through out the forest, it was far more safer to travel above than it was below.
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