"I'm sure this is some sick sad girl's dream," Roxie said as she smashed the head of one Loki with her mace. "Some sick sad girl who thinks you're some wounded, misunderstood man that needs hugs, cuddles, and cocoa-infused mead." She smashed the Loki again. "Me? So not that girl." And a third smash, this one sending the fake Loki flying across the room.