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I know your thoughts, and I advise you to reconsider them. You can't repair what isn't broken. Your opinion to the contrary on that score is inconsequential.

And lest you further waste my time, let me remind you that I care not for Midgard. Your attempts to open me to the realm's wonders are futile. I fail to find myself impressed. Just as I cannot claim to appreciate your clumsy attempts to achieve reconciliation between myself and Thor. There are others who would find his company favorable; he has a veritable company of misbegotten mortals at his beck and call. Offer one of them up for the trial of dealing with his heavy-handed foolishness. I've no interest in revisiting ancient history.

As you seem to have forgotten who I am, I think perhaps it's time I reminded you.

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Oh, yeah? Then let's try another tack.

What do you care about?

Oh, many things. Too many to list, certainly. What about you?

Oh come on, surely you can manage a Top Ten.

Me? I want the future. I want a world worth living in, an' a few more worlds to expand into. I want a society where sentients of all stripes can live and interact together with minimal hostility, an' EVERYONE knows that you do not fuck with the sons of Man. While I'm at it, I want as many people who are currently alive as possible to make it to that future.

A girlfriend might be nice too, but one step at a time.

But that's so limiting.

Fortunately for you, there are as many worlds as there are futures to populate them. Search long enough, and no doubt you'll find the one you seek.

Though if I were you, I'd work on that girlfriend first. It seems the easiest of the tasks you've set for yourself.

Only if you chose to limit yourself. They're the TOP, not the only.

Few less futures than there used to be, actually. An' this one is a future you don't find, it's one you make.

And the girlfriend? [He shrugged.] F'r me, it's an expendable dream. For you too, by the looks of it.

Oh, I don't think I'll chose to do that.

And will you? Struggle and sacrifice until you've won your future?

Hardly a dream of mine. I've no use for such entanglements.

So you'll live with everythin' you want all tangled up in a bigass confusing mass, an' for as long as you can't have all of it at once you'll still feel a failure. Your loss, Liesmith; it's a shame you can't even have the truth for yourself. [Is that another shrug? Why yes, it is! Who would have guessed?]

Struggle an' sacrifice ain't quite enough on its own, natch. It takes persuasion, an' it takes planning, and every so often you gotta step on some folks's necks until they stop tryin' to step on yours. But you try to keep that to a minimum.

Like I said, then... but it's prob'ly more accurate that you don't have any use for one yet. [It's okay Loki, puberty will come for you SOMEDAY.]

Oh, do tell me more of this truth you claim to know. It's almost entertaining to hear such misguided certainty from a mortal. [Translation: Bishop 1, Loki 0]

The needs of the many... I believe that's how the phrase begins, is it not? But surely your allies disapprove of where you so occasionally place your feet.

[No it won't. :| ] Better to work alone than in the company of another, I assure you.

Yeah, I guess you would be interested in truth, wouldn't ya? Well, here's a piece for you: The unexamined life is not worth living. Try puttin' a good think into WHAT you want and WHY you want it sometime; the answers might do you good.

'The needs of the many outweigh the jackasses who try to take other people's stuff instead'a making or earning their own'? Love that phrase. An' you know, not really much disapproval; I don't believe in starting fights, I jus' believe in ending them thoroughly.

[Even if Volstagg has to staple a beard to your face one night while you're sleeping, it shall be done!] Because there's no-one else you can trust, huh?

Only a fool knows not what he wants. I know. And I know why.

Ah, yes. Mortals and their hatred of those who touch that which they believe belongs to them. I've heard such things before.

[That's what the magic's for. It keeps Volstagg's shenanigans outside his room.] Something like that, yes.

Yeah? You tried thinking behind the why? 'Oh, I want Asgard. I want to spend my days in diplomacy, an' settling disputes, an' revising tithe laws, an' establishing trade routes with dwarves, and and and...' Because you want to show 'em, show 'em all. That about right?

Yeah, because that's in no way a universal thing. It's not like you'd have a problem with someone 'borrowing' your ~~ridiculously-horned~~ helmet or anythin', right?

[Magic's force vs. the weight of Volstagg's... well, shall we say presence. You sure it's enough?] Damn shame, you know. Especially considerin' how much you trust people on a day-to-day basis. [Yes he's totally leading you, Loki, will you take the bait?]

Asgard? You think it's Asgard I want? Interesting.

Perhaps if I had in my possession something of value. Yet what have I that any would want?

[Possibly. Maybe. Loki hopes so.] I shouldn't think myself burdened by an overabundance of trust, Bishop. Surely I've done nothing to give you cause to think otherwise.

Nah, I think you want validation, th' admiration of others, an' above all the respect of those you measure yourself by... an' you want it on your terms. But I don't think you sat down to figure out the way to get all that, so instead just tried to force your worthiness down their throats an' blamed them for it not working.

[Instead of answering, Bishop just reeeeached out for the helmet, his hand moving closer... closer...]

Except that you trust your brother to fall for your tricks, you trust the world to fall in line with your will, you trust Odin to focus on what's right with his kingdom instead of you, you trust that even in defeat there won't be anyone twistin' your head off... Much as you fail to see it, Loki, you're chock-full of trust.

And what provides you this bit of insight, hmm? Who do you know who's done that?

[There is disapproval all over Loki's face at that action. And a narrowing of his eyes that suggests that maybe it should be reconsidered.]

You confuse simple knowledge for trust. I know Thor. I know the Allfather. I know what they'll do, what makes them act and what stays their hands. It isn't trust. It's never been trust.

It's written all over your actions, chief. An' pretty much anyone who's gone to therapy before, so... maybe 5 outta the entire meta community? [Serously, the super-scene is VERY LACKING in psych people. He's just glad he had some chats with the Prof; a telepath you can trust is really a boon in getting your head straightened out.

Point made, huh? So there's just a bit of a knowing smile as Bishop let his hand fall.]

You trust that they'll act in line with your observations. You trust that they're not just gonna go 'Fuck it, Loki's not worth taking alive.' An' while you've been right in that so far, how much can you push before that stops bein' true?

You trust in your knowledge of your family, right? But it's so easy to forget that you don't know everything.

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