[And when he speaks of it, he sees it in his mind. Golden and glorious, with a radiating beauty that cannot be compared to. Nothing touches Asgard, nothing makes his chest tighten or his heart ache quite like his childhood home and the family that he once loved in it. He can almost tastes the roast meat and wine from the great feasts in his mouth, he can almost smell the scents of the flowers and blood from battles. But that's neither here, nor there. And he doesn't let himself focus on what's been lost for long.]
Someday we'll speak of it, then. We'll sit, we'll eat fine things that you've not had the like of since coming to these dull lands. And then you can tell me stories of your courts, of the splendor they hold in your heart. I want to hear all about them, every detail. [He's in a very good mood now, even if he's still struggling with this entire awful situation. And he is pleased to go on about Lady Sif like a friend, even if he loathes her.] It would be. But not every battle is won with strength and blades. Some require far more delicate tactics than that. But still, it helps to have a warrior to carry out the deeds. And I have seen women surpass the supposed strengths and talents of men by far. [Loki has seen many surpass those who hold the standards for acceptable power. And he'll always be one of those who takes standards, and turns them out on their heads.]
It is a fine saying, isn't it? Very accurate, and very valid. But we can't expect creativity and talented words from base people, can we? So we'll have to humor their pointless slurs, and pathetic attempts at hurtful words. Personally, I think that assassins are far more interesting than that. [He's quickly deciding that he rather likes her as well, and it shows. There's a bit more sincerity in his words, a slight show of warmth from time to time in indication.]
They could try to burn me, and I would freeze the fire. They could try to catch me, and they would fall through illusions. They could drown me, and instead choke on the air they breathe. I am no common conjurer, not witch-child to burn idly. But know that I mean no harm to you, or any here. And I only wish to survive, and well. No matter what my company, or their appearance.
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Someday we'll speak of it, then. We'll sit, we'll eat fine things that you've not had the like of since coming to these dull lands. And then you can tell me stories of your courts, of the splendor they hold in your heart. I want to hear all about them, every detail. [He's in a very good mood now, even if he's still struggling with this entire awful situation. And he is pleased to go on about Lady Sif like a friend, even if he loathes her.] It would be. But not every battle is won with strength and blades. Some require far more delicate tactics than that. But still, it helps to have a warrior to carry out the deeds. And I have seen women surpass the supposed strengths and talents of men by far. [Loki has seen many surpass those who hold the standards for acceptable power. And he'll always be one of those who takes standards, and turns them out on their heads.]
It is a fine saying, isn't it? Very accurate, and very valid. But we can't expect creativity and talented words from base people, can we? So we'll have to humor their pointless slurs, and pathetic attempts at hurtful words. Personally, I think that assassins are far more interesting than that. [He's quickly deciding that he rather likes her as well, and it shows. There's a bit more sincerity in his words, a slight show of warmth from time to time in indication.]
They could try to burn me, and I would freeze the fire. They could try to catch me, and they would fall through illusions. They could drown me, and instead choke on the air they breathe. I am no common conjurer, not witch-child to burn idly. But know that I mean no harm to you, or any here. And I only wish to survive, and well. No matter what my company, or their appearance.