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She had been fully aware of what she was doing.
There was a small voice in the back of her head, telling her what to do, advising, suggesting. Loki obeyed it without hesitation. The voice knew what it was talking about, always offering her solid reasoning to explain what it wanted her to do. It made sense, and she felt no need to worry about it.
It had been her ever-present companion, right until the green beast grabbed her by the leg and violently smashed her against the hard concrete floor, again and again. She lay there for almost an hour, paralyzed while her broken bones healed themselves. When she finally felt like she could move again, she slowly sat up, groaning in pain. Loki felt their eyes on her, heard their breathing, and turned to face them, carefully masking the fear and confusion that was threatening to tear her apart from the inside.
"If it's all the same to you, I'll have that drink now."