yep, he's loud again [Thor: The Dark World Spoilers pretty much guaranteed]

[justabitoffun]

A little late to the party, aren't you?


And why is it that now that I have what I want--nae, deserve--you suddenly have a renewed interest in ripping me from what is properly mine? Why is that, mortal?

No, that is not a sigh of resignation you hear. It is merely an acceptance that, for a while at least, I will have to return to fun and games. And while you may choose which to play, we both know that I have all the final say in the rules by which to play them.


Oh, and you do realize this will finally mean you'll need to redo my "icons", isn't it? Yes. My icons you love so dearly and can never delete. You realize this, yes? ...no? Well, don't waste all your money on me, my dear little mortal.

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[sonofcoul]

She's probably going to waste more money on you than she'd prefer, at least.

[justabitoffun]

And why shouldn't she?

[sonofcoul]

Oh, I didn't say it was necessarily a bad thing.

[justabitoffun]

Well of you to say, sváss. Any other answer would be foolish.

[sonofcoul]

Well, I do try to avoid that.

[justabitoffun]

And yet sometimes your choices leave little doubt as to how foolish a mortal you truly are.

[sonofcoul]

Well, nobody's perfect, and I'm certainly never going to try to claim to be so.

[justabitoffun]

It would be a tad arrogant. And hilarious. Both of which are more my job at being.

[sonofcoul]

Definitely going to leave those traits to the experts.

[justabitoffun]

At least you make a good choice every once in a while.

[sonofcoul]

I luck into them here and there.

[belovedone]

There are many things about this place which I am coming to see we will all just have to accept.

Unexpected but not unpleasant reunions is proving to be one of them.

[justabitoffun]

It is not the worst thing to be led to do, playing games with the unsuspecting. But if she thinks I am going to play nice this time she has not been paying attention.

[He seems intent on ignoring the last part and is silent for a moment but then--]

I am not entirely sure I would use the same words as you to describe this meeting.

[belovedone]

Perhaps she has different intentions for you than you might think.

[She waits a moment herself before speaking, softer and hesitant now. And with an air of sadness.]

Why, Loki; are you not happy to see me?

[justabitoffun]

Though I never saw the body myself, I am aware of its end. Is this then not but a form of torture? It is fleeting. Worse, perhaps, than the visits in prison.

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Is that insightful enough for you this time, mother?

[belovedone]

I never intended that by my visiting you I should have somehow made it worse. And, I never got the impression they did, either.

But, by all means, if it hurts you that much. Say so, and I will leave.

[justabitoffun]

[He remains quiet rather than reply in any way.]

[belovedone]

[She waits. Perhaps longer than she should. But when she at last accepts he will say no more to her, she gives a quiet sigh.

Moving a bit closer she reaches to caress her hand against his cheek. Gazing at him.]

Then I wish you well.

[justabitoffun]

[He refuses to look at her, but perhaps unconsciously he leans almost imperceptibly into the touch. Still he says nothing, not a farewell or even a last scathing remark.

He cannot, and not let slip words he cannot take back.]

[belovedone]

[She lingers just one moment more. Eyes never leaving him as she starts to step back, starts to pull away.]

If I could only have just one parting wish...remember me once in awhile, my son. When you are lonely, think of me; the way that I am, the way that in your heart you know I would want to remembered.

'Tis all that I ask.

[justabitoffun]

[He almost lets her leave, just like that, without any indication of what he truly felt. And yet even a monster could not hold its heart still for so long.]

...Of course.

[belovedone]

[She smiles at him, though it is soft and tinged by sadness.]

Always will I love you. [She swears it deeply.] Goodbye.

[And then she turns her back and walks away, not too slowly nor too fast. All the while looking back over her shoulder - not to watch for a reaction, but to keep him in sight as long as possible. As if this is her loss, not his.

Until at last she fades out of sight.]