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It was obvious that she had been fooled, once again Loki had fooled her. She was pissed…AND WHAT THE FUCK WAS UP THE TALK OF KILLING EACH OTHER. She looked around, trying to find something that she could use to try and distract Loki. She found a half empty bottle of bottle of vodka, she looked between the two Fenrir’s and made a choice. 

She hit the one on the bottom over the head with the bottle.

Loki laughed as Casey foolishly hit the real Fenrir, he pinned him down again, this time more securely. “If you’re not here to kill me,” smirked, “Then what are you here to do?”

Fenrir was a bit dazed after the bottle hit his head. He transformed into his human form. “To protect Casey! Only that!” He lied.