The 9th icon in your folder is your muse’s reaction to meeting the mun for the first time.
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Jane was left speechless. Her eyes fixed on the books inside her hands. This could be the key to fnd out what magic really was. How it worked and what mankind could win out of it. “I… Loki…”, she started still searching for words to express her gratitued. “Thank you. Really. I … I don’t know what to say. What can I do to repay you? To make it up to you?”
"Hello, Loki", Jane replied not sure what he wanted from her.
He smiled at her. It felt good to do something nice. “There is no payment needed. You have given me more than I deserve. But I suppose I do have one request. One that I know my brother may be too stubborn to ask for. Just please take care of Thor. He may not show it but he has been through so much. We lost our mother, as you know, and lately his relationship with our father had become a bit rocky at best. He barely managed to escape exile.” Loki said. “He needs you. He does love you very much. I can see why now. You are worthy, Jane.”
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"Long enough, until they pass." Frigga kept her voice in a dying whisper, wincing at the clash of swords she could hear beyond the library doors. "In here we will be safe."
Loki also heard the clashing of swords, an intense battle going on outside of the library. Though he was broken and healing, he knew that he was capable of fighting too. Years upon years of practice with his seidr and enduring lessons of warrior training beside Thor gave him the skills and strength necessary. “I should help them.” He said, trying to get out his chair, despite the pain the shot up him as he fussed. He gritted his teeth. “I have to. Thor will need all the help that he can get. Mother, please.”
"No, you will stay here!" Frigga snapped, turning to push a pile of books away from the door and searching for a weapon to use from between one of the shelves. She found an old, sturdy sword and tested it with a single swing. Good enough.
She turned back to her son, seeing the pained expression on his face and walking over to gently place a hand on his cheek. She knew her words had stung as if she did not trust him or think he was capable of the challenge. In truth, she wanted nothing more than to prevent the loss of another son. She sighed, dropping the sword to the pool of fabric at her feet and turning instead to examine his injuries.
"You will need far more time to heal. Loki, if I ever lost you…" She shook her head, trailing her words and dropping her touch. Her fingers reclaimed the sword she had lain to rest at her side, carrying it a confident manner. "I will go in your place, Thor will have my help. Asgard will need her queen fighting by the side of her warriors." She lifted her chin slightly, capable of defending herself, but as to how far, she knew not. It was often the warriors who fought in her place; infrequently was she herself faced with the decision of killing or being killed.
"You must promise me you will stay here until more time has passed and your injuries are healed enough to support you…" She pleaded to his broken bones, turning to look over her shoulder at the door as she heard the battle gaining volume. "Please…"
He was taken back by her answer. It did sting, as though she thought him incapable of doing such a task. True at the moment he wasn’t in the best shape to go out and fight, but he was stubborn, and perhaps foolish. He had been brought back home and Loki was able to remember who he truly was. He wanted to defend his home and his family. Why did he have to be so fragile and weak?
Loki watched his mother kick aside the books to find a sword. The weapon was ancient, but usable. It had tasted its fair share of blood, but for many years it had been merely an artifact, never having the need to be used.
His mother came back over to him to touch him. Loki winced slightly. The light pressure was enough to make him ache. “N-No.” He stammered to say. “Asgard needs her queen alive. The loss of a second born prince is nothing. I’ll use a healing stone and get back up. I’ll be damned if Thor wins this victory by himself.” He was stubborn. “I’ll make you proud, mother. Just please heal me.”
"Every time? This isn’t the first time you’ve impersonated someone?” Steve wasn’t certain he wanted to know who else he actually impersonated. Especially if that person was him. He knew that should Loki actually look like himself and something were to go wrong that he would get the blame. And considering that they weren’t too fond of having the trickster there helping them? He didn’t need that added on top of everything else that he’d promised his team. “No, I don’t have any other suggestions off the top of my head. I’m still trying to figure out just what the real reason for you being here is. Public service doesn’t seem like something you’d do.” Even though that was what Thor had told them was the reason he still couldn’t accept that as fact. He was just waiting for the other to mess up one way or another. “You said you have magic. Surely you know of a way to use it that doesn’t involve impersonating me or anyone else.”
"You look surprised. I suppose that my brother didn’t tell you that I can shape shift easily. It is a useful bit of magic, particularly when one is in a bind." No need to get into too many details about it. Though, Loki was secretly proud of this bit of magic. Shape shifting was hard magic to learn and even more difficult to control.
His smile faded when Steve questioned his commitment to the pubic service that he was now doing. Loki looked down, feeling the need to avoid the Captain’s eyes. “I won’t deny that you are right. This is not truly in my nature. I am not one to willingly get my hands dirty. Still, keep in mind that the side of me that you saw in New York was a false mask fueled by a puppet master who pulled on my rage and feelings of worthlessness. I was trapped until your team defeated me. But that isn’t the whole story.” He sighed. “After Thor deposited me back on Asgard, I was sent to be locked away in the dungeons, out of the mercy of my mother and perhaps my father. It is hard to read my father, but I do believe that he was fully prepared to sign my execution warrant if not for the intervention of my mother. In that cell, I was ripped apart by my own self as I confronted my own demons. I was made into nothing, just a mere prisoner, and still at my lowest, I muttered a few words of chaos that I would come to regret. Words that if I could go back in time I would have stopped myself from saying. I would have rather my tongue have been ripped out or my lips sewn together than to have said what I said.”
His gaze moved from the ground back on to the Captain finally.”I believe that my brother has told you that our mother was killed, slayed before anyone could help her. I was locked in my cell at the time. And though my hatred for my father ran hard through my recent past, I could never bring myself to hate my mother. Though I gave her no cause to do so, she believed in me and she had always loved me as her own, no matter if an enemy’s blood ran in my veins. She taught me her magic and encouraged me. Thor too loved me and still does, though I also give him no cause to do so. In any case, you can only imagine my grief and anger when I learned of my mother’s death. I wanted revenge and my brother granted it to me. The two of us worked together to bring down her killer, yet in the end he had the victory. I was killed or so we all thought by a monster that I had just barely managed to defeat. I believed that I had died when brother came back to me to bring me home and noticed the brief, small spark of life in me. He had the healers bring me back to life from a mostly dead state.” Loki explained. “I saw my mother in my delirium of death. I knew what she wanted of me. And so I am devoting myself to my own redemption. I want to fix things, Captain. I want to be able to come home truly. Now do you question me?” For once he was telling the truth. no lies that snaked around his words. Simply truth.
"I can use my magic for your cause. I assume that you do not wish for any deaths, correct? I am also handy with a dagger, if one is at your disposal."
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