Loki snapped the word out to cut off her rambling and further probing questions. Hatred and anger glittered in his eyes and for a moment, again, he seriously considered disposing of her. She was a mere mortal, she would only live another handful of years even if he did not take her life, it would be no great loss.
His fingers twitched as if to summon a dagger to him, but the weapon remained in the ether.
To think of killing her raised other thoughts that stymied that action. Memories of cups of coffee left by his elbow, of random gifts appearing in the room he had been allowed to keep through sheer kindness, of interested eyes turned up to him as he explained another theory.
"You have asked and been answered, what more do you wish to be told? I have lived over a thousand years and do not have the patience to tell you every tale lest you believe you have missed something."
It was enough.
Loki had spoken of all he felt able to surrounding the reasons and circumstances of his expulsion from Asgard. No matter what small fondness he had come to hold for these mortals, nothing would drag the rest from his lips. He could not tell a soul of the truth of his heritage, of the monster beneath his skin, of the betrayal and the lies, and of the moment he realised he would never be enough.
"None mourn, none seek."
Of that he was certain.
"I would not have their misconceptions to my survival proven false. I wished only to assist in mending what has been broken through-- mistakes."
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Loki snapped the word out to cut off her rambling and further probing questions. Hatred and anger glittered in his eyes and for a moment, again, he seriously considered disposing of her. She was a mere mortal, she would only live another handful of years even if he did not take her life, it would be no great loss.
His fingers twitched as if to summon a dagger to him, but the weapon remained in the ether.
To think of killing her raised other thoughts that stymied that action. Memories of cups of coffee left by his elbow, of random gifts appearing in the room he had been allowed to keep through sheer kindness, of interested eyes turned up to him as he explained another theory.
"You have asked and been answered, what more do you wish to be told? I have lived over a thousand years and do not have the patience to tell you every tale lest you believe you have missed something."
It was enough.
Loki had spoken of all he felt able to surrounding the reasons and circumstances of his expulsion from Asgard. No matter what small fondness he had come to hold for these mortals, nothing would drag the rest from his lips. He could not tell a soul of the truth of his heritage, of the monster beneath his skin, of the betrayal and the lies, and of the moment he realised he would never be enough.
"None mourn, none seek."
Of that he was certain.
"I would not have their misconceptions to my survival proven false. I wished only to assist in mending what has been broken through-- mistakes."