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The tone of Loki’s voice, the cruel smile and purposeful stride into the river warned the chestnut of coming mischief, but he isn’t fast enough to dodge the sudden spray of frigid droplets that splatter against his golden pelt. Ears pin to his skull as he snaps at the black. “That wasn't funny Guenhwyvar!” The name slips out accidentally, and it rings maliciously in his head, taunting with memories of his best friend the betrayer. “Loki,” he corrects quietly, temporarily subdued by his mistake. “I meant to say Loki.” Why had he yelled at Guen, when he had not seen the Friesian for over a year? He and this stranger had nothing in common, except for being large and black. Guen had possessed a dark sense of humor, and was obsessed with being the honorable villain. Yes, there had been times when the two of them had goofed off, acting silly just because they could, but such moments were few and far between. How had Loki stirred up these old memories with such a simple action?
It took only a few seconds for these thoughts to race through and be forcibly repressed, but he doubts the lapse will go unnoticed, just as his slip of the tongue will not. Still, he shifts his expression into something less lost and hostile, making himself smile and pretend everything is all right. It would be fine soon, he is certain. It has to be. Loki will replace Guenhwyvar, keeping the phantom away until he is forgotten, as he should be. Even the shade of Angel will be driven out, and no, he’s not thinking about them, not at all, because if he does it will hurt, and he doesn't want to hurt, doesn't want to remember, and yes he’s sure, because he’s tired of being haunted by the horses he left behind, and he’s not thinking about it dammit.
Through the chaos of his own inner voice, he hears Loki calling out for others, and he dimly approves. Others will help, will distract him and keep him safe for a while longer, will inscribe themselves in his mind until he forgets his past. After all, his brain can only hold a certain amount, right? And the newer experiences will push out the older ones. It will be ok. It has to be ok.
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If I Said We Were Dangerous, Would That Stop You? [Loki, Open]
