But then, he had known she possessed intelligence beyond that which she chose to display. She had a perceptiveness about her which Jane Foster did not, for she remained a creature too interested in her work and too openly trusting. Darcy held more suspicion in her nature, something which allowed her to see more clearly through the lies told to the truth of a person.
Something Loki wished were not the case now.
Yet he felt a grudging respect for her as she turned his words against him so effectively, for now he was caught in a trap of his own making. He could not secure her silence without answers, and he must have her silence. For even if he left here, she would still inform Jane Foster, who would inform Thor, and all of Asgard would know of his survival. The only way to ensure her tongue remained still would be to kill her, an action he remained reluctant to take.
"Asgard believes me dead."
Four short words and yet they cut him to say as keenly as any blade. The rents they made in his composure allowed bitterness to seep through and show on the surface, an ugly frown marring his face.
"I should hate to prove their reason for revelry false, it would be better for all if they never learned of my continued existence."
He took a step towards her, his every muscle coiled in tension. This all touched on a raw nerve that he had been successfully keeping buried all this time, it brought to the surface all the things he had not yet even begun to deal with regarding his family and identity.
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But then, he had known she possessed intelligence beyond that which she chose to display. She had a perceptiveness about her which Jane Foster did not, for she remained a creature too interested in her work and too openly trusting. Darcy held more suspicion in her nature, something which allowed her to see more clearly through the lies told to the truth of a person.
Something Loki wished were not the case now.
Yet he felt a grudging respect for her as she turned his words against him so effectively, for now he was caught in a trap of his own making. He could not secure her silence without answers, and he must have her silence. For even if he left here, she would still inform Jane Foster, who would inform Thor, and all of Asgard would know of his survival. The only way to ensure her tongue remained still would be to kill her, an action he remained reluctant to take.
"Asgard believes me dead."
Four short words and yet they cut him to say as keenly as any blade. The rents they made in his composure allowed bitterness to seep through and show on the surface, an ugly frown marring his face.
"I should hate to prove their reason for revelry false, it would be better for all if they never learned of my continued existence."
He took a step towards her, his every muscle coiled in tension. This all touched on a raw nerve that he had been successfully keeping buried all this time, it brought to the surface all the things he had not yet even begun to deal with regarding his family and identity.
"What more is there important to say?"