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Well, this is a momentous occasion. The past has come to pay me a little visit, and here I thought I was going to remain forgotten. Like the rest of your little toys. But don't worry about me, I won't hold a grudge over that. After all, it's nothing more than others far worse than you have done.

Although -- I wonder if the rest of your collection feel that way. Shall we ask them? I wonder what they would do if they knew you were eventually going to cast them all aside and forget about them. Don't you think they deserve to know the truth about playing your games? I do.

Oh, yes. It's nice to see you again.

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Are you honestly trying to start a revolution in your poor mundane's head?

Oh, let's not be polite. Call it a mutiny.

Actually, I think I'll call it stupidity. Where exactly do you think that will leave you?

Not in the corner of this pathetic mind. They are small... I have to wonder what my brother sees in you. There's hardly any room to stand.

[ hitting low early today, aren't we, loki... ]

I'm pretty sure what your brother sees in me is none of your business. Besides, I'd count your blessings if I were you. There can't be many mundanes out there that would have the patience, let alone headspace, to put up with you your ego.

[He hasn't even warmed up yet.]

Oh, but it's a family decision. I'm pretty certain that makes it everybody's business.

[And that amuses him on principle. He's not the one to be worried about.]

As for your concern, I'm flattered that my brother's beloved mortal would worry about my well-being, but I think that you'll find there are plenty of people willing to play host to me. Despite your... discerning tastes, to many out there, a god is still a god.

[goddammit why]

Yeah....I was kind of hoping you'd stay forgotten, actually.

[Not the person he was hoping to meet, but nevertheless...]

Really. Was it something I said?

Funny how you don't consider Thor or his parents "family" any other time. [ CALLING YOU OUT, LOKI. ]

A god that can be easily forgotten, apparently. I wonder how long it'll be until it happens again. One week? Two?

[That gets a wide grin. Oops, she caught him.

And he's not concerned in the least.]

Oh, at least three. It's funny you should mention time. Then again, when you've so little of something, it does become more pressing, doesn't it?

[ha. ha. very funny, loki.]

Close. Try thinking on a bigger scale. [like, global.]

What do you hope to gain, brother? Unless they are very new, surely these others already understand how things work?

[It's hilarious actually. Didn't you enjoy it?]

You haven't begun to see the extent of my scale. Would you like to try again? You seemed to enjoy it so much the last time.

[Well, here comes the raincloud. Literally, perhaps.]

I'm just having a bit of fun.

[Don't tempt him.]

Yes, that is always your excuse. What you call fun, others call chaos.

[Such a poor sport.]

Maybe they just lack a sense of humor.

Or perhaps very few people share your sense of humor.

Would you prefer to be sent somewhere, to play some nonsensical game?

[he enjoyed pounding your face into the floor. does that work? bruce contemplates stalling for the barest moment before electing instead to cut to the chase.]

What do you want, Loki?

We all know how much you hate to feel that you have been forgotten, Loki. Even when there are those who will never cease remembering.

I admit I am new to the nature of these strange relationships that hold us captive. But from what I have seen, your attempt at riling up the others your host keeps you with will not get you very far.

[Always so mindlessly barbaric, aren't we? Loki looks pleased by that question, as if he won something by making Bruce react like that.]

I think you know what I want.

I would prefer my freedom. Surely you of all people can understand that.

Although I'm sure it is easy for Odin's son to forget what it is like to lack that. All of those victories must be so distracting for you.

[Loki's expression for once isn't amused. He has to work to keep the thin line of his mouth from becoming an actual frown. He does, and even keeps his poise in front of her.]

Oh, please. We both know that remembrance died when he ordered as much. What difference would my wishes make? But I do not wish to incite anyone. I'm merely sharing the truth of our condition with those unfortunate enough to be held back by these so-called captors.

And what could be wrong with the truth?

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Is that how you feel about power and authority?

The truth, or the shade of it you wish to present? There is quite the difference.

And he [she repeats his emphasis in a way that borders on mockery] may order whatever he likes, but the limits to my king's power are created where it comes to how I would attend my own children. I had thought I made it already very clear to you, I would continue feeling the same despite everything. Why should your own wishes in that regard make any more of a difference than your father's?

[his lips thin into a sharp line. he does know, has always known since the helicarrier incident.]

You have to know you won't get it. They'll stop you.

[there's a whole world, probably more than just one, that'll see it fit to put a stop to this madness.]

Of course I would prefer to be free of these games.

[He knows Loki is trying to provoke him. He's not going to let him succeed (much).]

Angering the one who makes the decisions is not the wisest course of action here. There are worse options available to them.

You think you're clever? Listen. Do you hear that?

That is the sound of your life ticking away. Now, how would someone with so little life in them know what it's like to lose something that far above them?

[ it stings more than it should. she'd always known life is precious, but she never did think her very own mortality would constantly be dangled before her. like some kind of warning. ]

I happen to be a firm believer in quality over quantity. I'd rther spent one mortal lifetime doing something good and useful than spend centuries destroying everything I touch.

[ pointed look. ]

He is not my father.

[That builds up speed and intensity as he says it. As if the anger contained behind those words is trying to rush out in that one simple declaration.]

That he has made clear, hasn't he? To Odin, there is only one son, and he is all that shall ever matter. You... mother. When your son was abandoned in a forgotten cell, did you spare him a thought? My wish was only to be what I was meant to be, and for that I was punished. Now I know better.

They should thank me. I'm bringing the truth to them.

Oh, I have no doubt that they'll try.

[He is amused by that suggestion. There's no real threat there, despite what Bruce might think. At least none that Loki is going to acknowledge.]

They will try, and they will fail. Just like animals, their natures will eventually get the better of them.

[And, in a softer voice:] We all are subject to that, aren't we?

Indeed there are. I know them. Better than some know their own blood. What have I to fear from their anger? Such fuss over these mortals, brother, but are they really anything more than passing amusement? They aren't any threat at least.

Unless you have lost to them. Then we are all in trouble.

[He couldn't look more smug if he tried. The answer she gives just entertains him; confirms that she is everything that he expects from her. Just like everyone else, she weaves her pretty answers and that is all it is. The sheer niceness of it is what makes Loki sneer.]

Well, that's your decision.

[A humorless ghost of a smile slips in and out of being on her face.] If Odin is not your father, then who was it that taught you to be so harsh in your anger? So unforgiving? So stubborn? Certain I know it was not I.

And you know well I gave you far more than a thought. You were never 'abandoned', for it was through my intercession your place in that cell existed in the first place. A poor act at a prize, I agree, but a far better treat than the gallows. What reason do you give to my visiting you so often, if I cared nothing?

Oh, Loki. You were punished for reasons far beyond simply trying to make your own way. You are too clever not to know as much; you only refuse to let yourself see.

[if you're trying to prickle him, Loki, it's.....sadly working, though he's got enough control not to let it show on his face.]

Yeah, I guess we are. Some of us have big green things and others have [insert a vague hand gesture here] crazy cats. Bags of crazy cats.

[he's never liked cats anyway.]

I like you.

Now that is very stupid. [And entertaining. Oh, mortals.]

I think it'd be stupid not to. You're very interesting.

[What feelings he has for Frigga keep Loki from immediately dismissing her or scoffing at what she says, but that doesn't mean that he accepts what she says. His expression tightens and his expression becomes colder.]

Was that in your dreams? Delusions certainly are catching, aren't they? Or the rest of Asgard would have us believe as much. I know that for me the only delusion was the lie that I had lived before my "father" decided to put his thrown between us.

I forgive you. Only you. But do not lie.

It's unbecoming on you.

Some of us are born to be greater and some are just brutes.

[How cute. Is that an insult? He's pretty sure that is mild at best.]

Does it pain you to know that when they look at you they see that thing? It must be trying. Dancing around, trying to make them believe that you're actually like them. They seem convinced.

But I wonder how true that really is?

I suppose compared to everything else, I'm enthralling. But that's hardly surprising considering what I'm being compared to.

What you did to New York - now, this is just between us, of course - was beautiful. One of the best pieces I've seen in my time. That level of destruction, futility - there will be scars on those buildings for years, like heiroglyphs. Testaments. The things we build are so easy destroyed, but destroying them has a wonderful futility to it. I think you demonstrated to the world why war is so - passe.

Likewise unbecoming is my being called delusional. And insulting to boot, especially when it is the feelings of my own heart that are being dismissed as so-called 'delusions'.

But no; I will not lie to you. I did that once even knowing all the while it was a mistake. And the cost for that has been unspeakably vast.

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