someone set him up the feels

[flaerd]

I --

You.

Will change your mind harlot. Lest I show you a misery unbeknownst to your puny mortal kind.


Your impending death,
Loki.

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[fervidus]

[There wasn't suppose to be anymore pain when you died. That is what they had always said. Another lie...told to soften the blow. To be a mercy.

She turns back to him, though it takes everything in her to do so and not simply walk into Valhalla and away from this...but she'd never been one to take the path that was easy.

A pause, then she comes to him, reaches out and takes his wrist in her hand. She wanted peace. She would have peace even if she had to strangle the truth from his lips.]

Tell me.

Speak to me in truths. Everything. Tell me as you would have had I not discovered your secret first.

Tell me now, Loki...or by everything I hold dear-- I will never forgive you.

[Had the death blow hurt nearly as much as this? If it pained her so to make such a threat, she could not imagine what ache it would strike through his heart when he realized she meant it.]

[flaerd]

That I am Laufeyson?

[ good place to start, but he is sure not moving from this corner if his. Nope. But he looks up at least for one moment. ]

[fervidus]

[She nods, keeping her eyes upon his hand as she released his wrist and instead turned it in her own. Studying the blue.]

That you are Laufeyson. A Jotun. A prince even...

[Her eyes meet his as she too risks a glance up.]

...there was never going to be a chance for us was there?
[And it isn't all his fault. It isn't. And she knows he was right to doubt.]

[flaerd]

[ When your not looking, or at least when he feels that you are not, he will look up. Just a second. ]

You would hate me for I was born an enemy, this was always my fear. I had come to befriend the Aesir and court them to war but I had not expected to find this.

My debt is my father's name, as Thor's is his. You must understand that, can you?

[fervidus]

..Yes.

[And she hates herself for knowing it is true. Knowing that the wars and blood of old had seeped into even her. She was Aesir, raised with tales of Jotun brutality and their beast like culture.
But he had proven them all wrong. He wasn't some monster in the dark and if only those blind fools could have seen.]

I understand.
[She recalls Thor's eyes when she walked to war, sad...regretful even-- but resigned. He had loved her once to had he not? And still he let her go. How could she pardon him and not the man she had loved?]

No matter how much I meant to you, or you to me-- nothing was going to stop it. As much as I believe you cared for me, you cared for revenge more. How can I condemn you though? I chose the same.

[flaerd]

[ What if he was? What if he was, Sif? What if beyond the youth that craved to know of such wisdom there laid a wretched beat, a carnal horror thirsty for what he could take; blood, or drink, or flesh. What if he enjoyed these tricks; the ones that harm? Every life taken a stroke to his power, every forsaken curse to his name building Godhood.]

So then it is. [ He matches her eyes, finally. A hand coming out. So cold -- his fingers grasp. ] That I was made cursed of this and you were made blessed of yours, and we would always end up this way.

Is it regrettable?

[fervidus]

[She's grown use to it, the chill. In the last days of battle it snowed so often. Her hand holds to his tightly and after a moment she presses it to her cheek.]

I can not ever seem to decide.

Despite all the fighting and the pain...I was happy. For a time. You gave me something I'd never known and never will again.
[Breath holds. Releases. Letting the heavy weight duty had always sat upon her heart go with it. She speaks true.]

I do not regret you. Is that foolish? [A dry laugh.]

[flaerd]

I was. [ Don't make him finish that statement. Instead he steps forward and... fuck it. Arms come to hold her tight. ]

It is, but that's alright. I am also carrying this foolishness.

[fervidus]

[How long had it been since she'd felt his arms around her, since her own had grasp around his in such desperation? Ah. The field. The blood-- but no. No that did not count.

She buries close against him, chasing away cold with her own heat. No words left that she can find breath to say. They never did them much good anyway.]