At Einmal, pending at Singularity.

[sorcerous]

Must you?

Yes; I have borne a monster. This does not mean that every child I have will be a monster, nor that you may twist such a thing into a menagerie of possible children.

Sloths? A half-boy, half-scorpion? A golden eagle? A litter of momongas? And a girl-sorcerer with too much mind and too little heart.

As for the rest: patience, if you will. Keep your focus to the faith healer, to the admiral, to the telepath. I tire.

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[sorcerous]

You should not paint yourself as such an easy victim. No wonder I trapped you.

[ As he thinks, as he knows: that if Balder had left him free to choose, had waited, had loved without question, that would have been the only circumstance in which Loki would have returned. Returned in the sly, perhaps, in the darkness, curling like a frozen sunflower to the light. ]

[dusk_and_dawn]

But I am an easy victim, all know that. I no longer have my invulnerability after all.

Though I am currently dead, which could be called an advantage.

[sorcerous]

Are you?

[ His fingertips touch Baldr's chin, brush his throat. ]

You feel alive to me.

[dusk_and_dawn]

[Balder stands unsurprised and without moving. It's not as though Loki's never done that before.]

This place seems to be different, but I am dead, I assure you.