The response came snapped out at once, the muscles in Loki's jaw tightened and tense with sudden anger of his own. His pride had suffered many blows in the last few months, and he had allowed concessions to it in order to maintain his cover, but this had been the final straw.
Rage burned white hot like a flash fire, fuelled from the issues that he had far from even started to work through yet. The anger of being passed over and mistrusted once more - that it was justified meant nothing - of answers being demanded of him that he did not want to give. He felt as though he had been found wanting once more.
No, Loki.
He heard the echo of Odin's voice in Darcy's final words, for there were no reasons he could give that she should trust him. She shouldn't. None of them should. And he was tired of pretending. He had blown his chance here, he would not gain his redemption or pay recompense with these people, and so why should he not leave with his pride in tact?
"I am Loki of Asgard."
He heard his own voice as if someone else were speaking, like a hollow ring of the bell. Loki of Asgard, was he truly still of Asgard? Yet something felt right in him saying it. Asgard was his birthright, why should it not be again? The anger she had incited in him fuelled those thoughts, gave voice to the bitterness that lay beneath the hurt.
"Is that the truth you wished to hear? Are you satisfied with your answers?"
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The response came snapped out at once, the muscles in Loki's jaw tightened and tense with sudden anger of his own. His pride had suffered many blows in the last few months, and he had allowed concessions to it in order to maintain his cover, but this had been the final straw.
Rage burned white hot like a flash fire, fuelled from the issues that he had far from even started to work through yet. The anger of being passed over and mistrusted once more - that it was justified meant nothing - of answers being demanded of him that he did not want to give. He felt as though he had been found wanting once more.
No, Loki.
He heard the echo of Odin's voice in Darcy's final words, for there were no reasons he could give that she should trust him. She shouldn't. None of them should. And he was tired of pretending. He had blown his chance here, he would not gain his redemption or pay recompense with these people, and so why should he not leave with his pride in tact?
"I am Loki of Asgard."
He heard his own voice as if someone else were speaking, like a hollow ring of the bell. Loki of Asgard, was he truly still of Asgard? Yet something felt right in him saying it. Asgard was his birthright, why should it not be again? The anger she had incited in him fuelled those thoughts, gave voice to the bitterness that lay beneath the hurt.
"Is that the truth you wished to hear? Are you satisfied with your answers?"
Would she even believe them?