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    Not one word more did he speak and obediently he planted himself down on the chair, touching the wounds upon his face with care. He knew the wrath of women, having been raised by one of the humblest yet fiercest queens of Asgard. Frigga had a gentle rage, but it was a rage one did not wish to face, thus his instinct around Tauriel was to sit down and shut up, though he could not help the next words that slipped from his mouth, “I can heal it. You need not do it.”

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At first she looked to him with hawk-like eyes, her form slowly following in pursuit as she addressed the situation at large. Her hands dampening the linen in water, then vinegar, then water again before wringing the liquid out. She didn’t wish to speak, no kin of hers had the right to touch him. Her possessive demeanor brimming that stilled her sharp tongue. Sitting in front of Loki, she brought the damp cloth to his face, lips puckered in silence as tauriel delicately dapped the blood and dirt from his face. She should have said something, but her concern and silent rage was beyond words.
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