His lie had shattered and now lay in pieces around his feet that could not be salvaged no matter how hard he tried to do so. Jane Foster had been clever in her questioning of SHIELD, making sure to double check the information for herself before she acted on it. But of course she had, she was a scientist and a brilliant one by Midgardian standards.
Loki's eyes widened for a moment, hurt and fear and anger all flashing quickly through before he managed to shutter himself down to a level of control once more.
"I have never been a member of the organisation SHIELD."
His confirmation of what she already knew was quiet. He noted her trembling, the way her body seemed caught between fight and flight, and yet her words and expression were so defiant. He found himself impressed by her courage and fortitude, which only made it worse that he would be losing her. All of this, all of them.
But he could not tell her the truth. It stuck in his throat like a physical obstruction and refused to leave his tongue. Not just for how she would view him, but because he had coped thus far by pushing down what had happened and not thinking too closely on it. If he had to speak of it, relive it, he may well crack beyond repair.
"I chose a lie that I believed would let me help you in your research, for that is all I wanted to do. I have never wished you ill and would not harm you, that you must believe." He took a step back from her as if to prove he would give her the space she needed to run if necessary. "I am a man who has made-- mistakes, ones which left me without home or family to return to. I saw a way to pay some small recompense when you came upon me, I wished only to fix something which had been broken."
This story was full of holes, such as how he knew about their research or that the Bifrost had been broken at all. But it held as much truth as he could manage, and it was all he could offer her.
"I am sorry." Hard words to say, ones he rarely allowed past his lips. "I shall leave, you need not flee from me."
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His lie had shattered and now lay in pieces around his feet that could not be salvaged no matter how hard he tried to do so. Jane Foster had been clever in her questioning of SHIELD, making sure to double check the information for herself before she acted on it. But of course she had, she was a scientist and a brilliant one by Midgardian standards.
Loki's eyes widened for a moment, hurt and fear and anger all flashing quickly through before he managed to shutter himself down to a level of control once more.
"I have never been a member of the organisation SHIELD."
His confirmation of what she already knew was quiet. He noted her trembling, the way her body seemed caught between fight and flight, and yet her words and expression were so defiant. He found himself impressed by her courage and fortitude, which only made it worse that he would be losing her. All of this, all of them.
But he could not tell her the truth. It stuck in his throat like a physical obstruction and refused to leave his tongue. Not just for how she would view him, but because he had coped thus far by pushing down what had happened and not thinking too closely on it. If he had to speak of it, relive it, he may well crack beyond repair.
"I chose a lie that I believed would let me help you in your research, for that is all I wanted to do. I have never wished you ill and would not harm you, that you must believe." He took a step back from her as if to prove he would give her the space she needed to run if necessary. "I am a man who has made-- mistakes, ones which left me without home or family to return to. I saw a way to pay some small recompense when you came upon me, I wished only to fix something which had been broken."
This story was full of holes, such as how he knew about their research or that the Bifrost had been broken at all. But it held as much truth as he could manage, and it was all he could offer her.
"I am sorry." Hard words to say, ones he rarely allowed past his lips. "I shall leave, you need not flee from me."