Loki would not have blamed her if she had not believed him.
After all, her only experience with Asgardians was Thor. Perfect, golden, boisterous Thor. She would be forgiven for looking at him and not seeing any familial resemblance; though, of course, now he knew why that was. He was not blood kin to Thor at all. Not to Odin, or Frigga, or any other Aesir in the whole cursed realm.
He was a cuckoo in the nest, a disguised monster. And he had proven himself that monster, hadn't he? Everything has slipped so far out of his control and all of his decisions seemed to have been miscalculations, and somehow it had ended with him pushed to the end of the line and hanging from the Bifrost that he had forced the destruction of.
He wanted to confession back as soon as it left his lips, a sort of feral panic rising in his eyes. He nearly reached out with his magic to see if he could undo it. He had some small skill in manipulating minds, especially mortal ones. But it was suggestion rather than outright alteration, he would be unlikely to make her forget. And if he did, then what? She would still want answers, and he would still be caught out.
"No."
His answer was too long in coming, and when it did it seemed to his own ears to be too quiet. His anger already draining away again to be replaced by a bone-deep ache of weariness. A desperation to undo this monumental mistake forced further lies from him, preceded by a brittle laugh.
"More lies, I am afraid, I did not think you would believe me. If I were of Asgard in truth, do you believe I would not have said something before now? It was a jest, I-- attempted only to lighten the tension between us."
His eyes fixed on her and hidden in them was a plea for her to buy this petty deception or, at least, to give him the dignity of pretending she did so that his secret need not be told.
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After all, her only experience with Asgardians was Thor. Perfect, golden, boisterous Thor. She would be forgiven for looking at him and not seeing any familial resemblance; though, of course, now he knew why that was. He was not blood kin to Thor at all. Not to Odin, or Frigga, or any other Aesir in the whole cursed realm.
He was a cuckoo in the nest, a disguised monster. And he had proven himself that monster, hadn't he? Everything has slipped so far out of his control and all of his decisions seemed to have been miscalculations, and somehow it had ended with him pushed to the end of the line and hanging from the Bifrost that he had forced the destruction of.
He wanted to confession back as soon as it left his lips, a sort of feral panic rising in his eyes. He nearly reached out with his magic to see if he could undo it. He had some small skill in manipulating minds, especially mortal ones. But it was suggestion rather than outright alteration, he would be unlikely to make her forget. And if he did, then what? She would still want answers, and he would still be caught out.
"No."
His answer was too long in coming, and when it did it seemed to his own ears to be too quiet. His anger already draining away again to be replaced by a bone-deep ache of weariness. A desperation to undo this monumental mistake forced further lies from him, preceded by a brittle laugh.
"More lies, I am afraid, I did not think you would believe me. If I were of Asgard in truth, do you believe I would not have said something before now? It was a jest, I-- attempted only to lighten the tension between us."
His eyes fixed on her and hidden in them was a plea for her to buy this petty deception or, at least, to give him the dignity of pretending she did so that his secret need not be told.