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It's raining when the Avengers come for him yet again. Loki is bored with the fighting, but without that, what else does he have. The time for denial is long past and he knows he only does it to see Thor again.
This time he calls on his natural heritage and turns all the rain drops into tiny little ice knives. It won't hurt any of them much, not even the human assassins, but it's something to do.
"Knife hail," he hears from Stark; "it's like he's not even trying."
It's too close to home, so Loki fries the suit.
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