because mun wants to play in the marvel live action sandbox

[lunging]

Mortal, I require more of these small images of myself. I am Fandral, of the Warriors Three! Surely there are more to be found.

If they are not already as small as you need them to be, you must make them that small. You may not be a master of magic, but I am certain you can do it if you endeavor to.

You should also explore. I will not be left to rot.

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[lunging]

[IT NEEDS POLISHING THOUGH]

How could you possibly befriend me personally, or be fond of anything but yourself?

[beguilement]

[ Have a seat and he'll polish it right up. ]

Ooh. [ Hahaha. He laughs softly. So this is how you want to play? ] I could ask you the very same.

[lunging]

[don't say that with both the absolute obedience AND angst meme up.]

If you intend to insult me, can't you be more clever? Furs and vanity, the most obvious of things, truly. You do realize, I would hope, that looking in a mirror doesn't reveal only yourself, but also those in view behind you.

The ones who would die for you and fight to the last drop of blood at your side.

[beguilement]

[ He's on both. Just sayin. ]

I can, but sometimes it is those tried and true methods that yield the best results.

[ Loki doesn't say anything for a few moments. And then he shakes his head, still disbelieving, sorry. ] No. [ There's laughter in his tone because this is just simply ridiculous. ] Die for me? You must think me a complete and utter idiot to believe for one second any of you would have placed your life on the line for me. [ For Thor, yes. But for him? No. Not even Thor would have done that. ]

[lunging]

[your choice (if you want/have the time)!]

You asked me a question of me, Loki Odinson, and I told you what I saw when I looked in the mirror. It was not meant about you, though if everything must be about you, I can certainly oblige.

[His jaw sets as though he is about to say something very very cruel, and as though he really would rather not say it.]

You refuse to see it as such; let me make it clear, since you pride yourself on seeing clearly: I made oaths to Asgard and its king. The king of Asgard had two sons, both gods and princes. If my life would have saved one of those princes, they would have had it.

[ouch ouch ouch]

[beguilement]

[ I most definitely want! And have the time. Either is fine, whichever you feel up to 8) ]

... [ He almost sort of stops listening as soon as Odinson leaves his mouth. The angry flames of hatred and bitterness lick up his veins and he has to clench his hands into fists to stop them from obviously shaking. Except he can't do much to hide the way it edges into his voice. ] Enough.

Do not use that name. [ He straightens, head held high and he stares hard down his nose at Fandral. It's all false confidence, but if there's one thing Loki can do it's lie. So, at the very least, he can just come across like he isn't bothered by this. ] The king of Asgard has but one son--I am not it.

[lunging]

[OKAY give me uno moment por favor 8)

Oh, did that hit a nerve? A nerve so strong he didn't hear another word? Pity.]

Perhaps not. But you were still regaled as prince, and you were still a god, and I would have died for out of duty, if nothing else.

[beguilement]

[ There is never any rush bb 8)

Yes. That hit a nerve. The only nerve he has and the only one to make him so volatile and disgusted. In fact, it makes his skin crawl. ] Duty does not mean a thing when it comes to the friendship you speak of. A duty swears you to be loyal to a king, not wanting to save a life that is not your own. You--any of you--would not have laid down your life for me but for your oath.

[lunging]

[He sighs.]

And if that is what you truly think, there is nothing any of us could say to change your mind.

[beguilement]

[ Oh don't sigh at him. ]

Do you expect me to believe any differently?

[lunging]

[If Loki is going to look down at him
he will sigh
he will sigh all day
sighity sigh sigh WHATCHU GONNA DO ABOUT IT
FACEPALM?]

Once, I did. Now, no. I do not.

[beguilement]

[ Well. He may get dizzy from all that air going to his stupid head. AND YOU KNOW WHAT??? He just might. ]

Then why do you insist in repeating yourself? It does still count even if the words are rearranged.

[lunging]

[why you gotta be such a hater of the pretty ones?

and he just

keeps his mouth shut GASP]

[beguilement]

[ Because he is the fairest in the land. ]

Nothing else to say?

[lunging]

[A brief, tiny shake of the head.]

Nothing.