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She almost touches his hands.
Almost.
But she falls.
Again.
She bounces off the safety net, below her.
No harm.
Except for her pride.
She wipes her tears away and curses in an undertone.
Why can't she manage to catch his f*** hands ?
Loki gets down from his trapeze.
Elegantly.
"Tss tss, language, dear Jane", he purrs. " Still experimenting the force of Gravity ? Newton would have been proud of you ! "
She clenches her fists.
Bastard.
He's looking at her, smiling broadly.
"Thank you, Loki", she hisses, "but you're too modest. You are the best pupil of Newton."
His smile faints.
"What do you mean, woman ?", he asks in an icy tone.
"Well", she explains suavely, "you're the one who fell miserably into an abyss, aren't you ?"
He sends her a murderous glare.
"I didn't fall by accident. I chose to sacrify myself. With panache."
She cocks an eyebrow.
"Panache ?", she comments sarcastically. "Indeed. What a glory to throw yourself into Thanos' jaws !"
She adds with a mocking tone:
"Tell me, Loki, did you enjoy being his puppet ?"
He leans into her menacingly.
"As much as you enjoyed being the Aether's one, I suppose."
She's cut off by an authoritative voice.
"Enough, Jane ! Don't add fuel to the fire ! Shut up and keep on training yourself."
Loki shifts his anger onto Gorg.
"Mind your tongue, mortal !", he snaps. "Do talk to Jane respectfully. She's not a clumsy and stupid child, but the cleverest woman I've ever known. She's extremely brilliant."
Cleverest ? Brilliant ?
Really ?
Jane's wrath fades away and she puts her hand on Loki's arm.
"Don't be aggressive, Loki", she says softly. "It's true, I have to improve."
"You're not the only one to blame, Jane", Gorge corrects her, "Loki 'd better work on his skill as well. He's far too slow."
She shakes her head vigorously.
"No, no, you're totally wrong. You should have seen him on Svartalfheim, fighting the Black Elves ! His skill was amazing ! And then, when a black hole grenade was thrown, he pulled me out of range. Right on time. He saved my life."
Loki looks at her intensely.
"I couldn't let you die. I couldn't."
Locked eyes.
Gorg is watching them, completely stunned.
Svartalfheim ? Black Elves ? What on earth is she talking about ?
He coughs, breaking the charm.
Loki winks at Jane.
"As the proverb says, bad pupil ..."
She giggles.
"...bad teacher !", she ends his sentence maliciously.
Gorg flares up and shouts:
"Out ! Both of you !"
The Demi-God takes Jane by the hand and they fly away, laughing loudly.
Gorg sighs heavily.
They will be the end of him.
He starts to walk back and forth.
They are like ice and fire, cat and dog.
They have to learn to rely on each other, otherwise the performance will be a failure.
Suddendly he stops dead in his track.
How stupid he is !
They have just stood up for each other, haven't they ?
During a few minutes, they have been allies, not ennemies.
They have joined forces.
Against him.
Yes, that's the key.
He frowns, thinking hard.
He needs a plan.