Aye, we had a chat. [ not a good one, but a chat. ] The other Loki ...
[ a little part of his brain reminds him of how he unfairly treated Verity, covering his tracks until she had called him on it in a verbal battle that he can only half-imagine. that was the problem with trying to save yourself from the inevitable trap: part of him had gotten lost in the desperation, and everything had become about the game. ]
There are battles inked in myth that have lived on the hearts and tongues of the northmen for a millennia of the exploits of Thor and Loki. There are other pairs of us, that's to be certain, though how many are dueling and how many have made their amends ... ah, that I couldn't say.
[ he leans his head back on cool stone wall of the cave. ]
My conversations with Black Widow were more productive than the rest. There's tension between Stark and Rogers, thick enough to cut with a knife, and it seems they're certain that their predicament—[ he twirls his finger in the air to signify this. ]—is some scheme of mine.
Well, Stark more so, but all Rogers needs is a bow and arrow to aim for the target he's put on my back. Their Loki is dead, or so both Natasha and my own brother have told me, but I have my doubts. It seems they do too.
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[ a little part of his brain reminds him of how he unfairly treated Verity, covering his tracks until she had called him on it in a verbal battle that he can only half-imagine. that was the problem with trying to save yourself from the inevitable trap: part of him had gotten lost in the desperation, and everything had become about the game. ]
There are battles inked in myth that have lived on the hearts and tongues of the northmen for a millennia of the exploits of Thor and Loki. There are other pairs of us, that's to be certain, though how many are dueling and how many have made their amends ... ah, that I couldn't say.
[ he leans his head back on cool stone wall of the cave. ]
My conversations with Black Widow were more productive than the rest. There's tension between Stark and Rogers, thick enough to cut with a knife, and it seems they're certain that their predicament—[ he twirls his finger in the air to signify this. ]—is some scheme of mine.
Well, Stark more so, but all Rogers needs is a bow and arrow to aim for the target he's put on my back. Their Loki is dead, or so both Natasha and my own brother have told me, but I have my doubts. It seems they do too.