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- When Harry fumbled and dropped the sword, there was a sudden outburst of laughter. Thor winced as Harry froze, then slowly leaned down and picked up the sword, and whispered to Loki, who smirked and whispered back, before demonstrating a slow sweeping action with his hand. Clint then leaned in, added something, before winking at Harry.
- Harry nodded, and, as chatter grew in the background, copied it, a hint of his golden-white magic around it. As he did, Loki announced, voice effortlessly "For those observing, my nephew has merely sharpened the blade. Not enchanted it."
- —- Chapter 28, The Calm (Mostly)
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