Loki did reach to take it, both as an anchor and comfort and reminder to keep him grounded. This was his choice, still, and it hadn't betrayed him yet to share. Perhaps Puck still would, but Loki hoped not.
"It turns out that Thor was not father's first born. Before the Asgardians had turned to peacekeepers and guardians, Odin had let a bloody war of conquest over the nine realms, with his daughter Hela at his side." There's a snort-laugh. "I'm given to understand that in some versions of the myths, she's rumored to be my daughter, but that is not obviously what happened in my world. She was the Goddess of Death, and did not agree when Odin tired of all the bloodshed. So he sealed her away, and that seal was to break with his own death."
Loki couldn't speak yet, share, that his father had said he was proud of his sons. Sons--plural. That he had not seemed angry at Loki for bespelling him, but instead was amused. It was odd enough and still perplexed him that Odin had mentioned Frigga would be proud. It wasn't as if Loki had done much in the past several years that would've made her proud after all.
"In any case, he faded away to join the stars, and Thor and I were left to confront our here-to-fore unknown older sister." Loki could remember still the confusion, the concern and wariness--but also with the memory, something else struck him and he laughed. Couldn't help but find the amusement in it, and had to wonder yet again at Odin's purpose in adopting him.
It wasn't exactly a nice laugh, one of joy. This one was pain and one laughing because they might cry otherwise.
"It's...funny." He managed to get out. "I'm adopted, and yet...I looked more like this elder sister we never knew. Perhaps that was Odin's fault as well since I don't look like a proper frost giant after all."
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Date: 2024-02-04 04:31 am (UTC)"It turns out that Thor was not father's first born. Before the Asgardians had turned to peacekeepers and guardians, Odin had let a bloody war of conquest over the nine realms, with his daughter Hela at his side." There's a snort-laugh. "I'm given to understand that in some versions of the myths, she's rumored to be my daughter, but that is not obviously what happened in my world. She was the Goddess of Death, and did not agree when Odin tired of all the bloodshed. So he sealed her away, and that seal was to break with his own death."
Loki couldn't speak yet, share, that his father had said he was proud of his sons. Sons--plural. That he had not seemed angry at Loki for bespelling him, but instead was amused. It was odd enough and still perplexed him that Odin had mentioned Frigga would be proud. It wasn't as if Loki had done much in the past several years that would've made her proud after all.
"In any case, he faded away to join the stars, and Thor and I were left to confront our here-to-fore unknown older sister." Loki could remember still the confusion, the concern and wariness--but also with the memory, something else struck him and he laughed. Couldn't help but find the amusement in it, and had to wonder yet again at Odin's purpose in adopting him.
It wasn't exactly a nice laugh, one of joy. This one was pain and one laughing because they might cry otherwise.
"It's...funny." He managed to get out. "I'm adopted, and yet...I looked more like this elder sister we never knew. Perhaps that was Odin's fault as well since I don't look like a proper frost giant after all."