dear_mun | he sees you when you're sleeping

Oh so cruel

Is it really?

A held tongue offers no absence of lies, perhaps just the time to think of better ones.

You cannot say Thor holds his tongue better than I, and yet I know not an instance in which he has been a better liar.

I did not say any of that, actually.

It seems you not only twist words that have been spoken, but pull from thin air that which you would imagine should be said.

I only drew the lines to a logical conclusion, forgive me if I've gone too fast I know it can be a challenge to keep up at your old age. [ There's the barely repressed edges of a sneer. ]

However true you believe those words to be, one must wonder if a stilled tongue is not lying in it's own right. A lie of omission is still a lie, is it not? [ Pointed look. ]

Though white my hair may be, I am still of sound mind, and to insist otherwise is foolishness of your own part.

You would lay blame on me for saving your life, for raising you as my son and keeping you as prince of Asgard. Tell me truly, Loki, if you are so intent on blaming those who stayed silent of your nature and even more intent on wallowing in your own deluded mire about your true parentage, if you are so keen to ask why I saved you...why have you not turned your blade upon yourself?

Sound as a man who would anoint a king ready to start a war on a whim. [ Thor was brash, foolish, it had only been his intention to protect Asgard; to stall it. At some point things had fell over the deep end, things had turned twisted-- but he doesn't think on that. Not now. ]

Now who pulls false words from the air, All-Father? I simply questioned how you deigned such a thing acceptable. Was I never to know? Did you think nothing of my exclusion from those of Asgard? [ And there's that twist of emotion he can't bite back. ] I asked not why you saved me, I ask why you ever damned me with the hope of being something more than second best!

[W o w, kiddo. Wow. Let if off your non-hammered chest, why don't you. Try not to spit in your rage, though, Daddy's beard collects it.]

And compared yourself to a stolen relic, while you were at it.

Loki, listen to my words if you refuse to listen to anything else I have ever said: you are my son. I watched you from infancy, I changed you when you were dirty, I held your tiny fingers and tinier toes. I took joy in your first steps and delight in your first full sentences. The fact of the matter that you are, biologically, the son of Laufey—it means nothing to me. It means more to you than any other in Asgard; it is the reason I drew from terrible magic to send your brother after you. It is the reason Huginn and Muninn accompanied him. And even if you were to sneak into my chambers in rage and twist a knife in my heart, here [you think Thor beats his heart like a man? Odin manages to do it better than any other] you would still be my son. You will never be second best in my heart and in my head, and in my soul. Believe that if you believe nothing else.

[ Why don't you just take a nap and not worry about it again. I mean it worked so well last time. ]

Why should it not mean so much to me? [ And it hurts, oh it hurts. ] You tell me of monsters, those that would ruin Asgard and yet you know that I am one. There has always been time-- time for you to tell me-- time for you to be honest when I would be just your son and not a tool! Did you care not to tell me till you found use for my monstrous heritage? What were you waiting for?

You have never been a tool in my eye. Never have you been such a thing, and never will be anything like it. I did not tell you stories of the Jotunns upon Midgard and our battles to paint them as monsters. You remember them as such because of your brothers reactions. But you, oh, you were different. You are different. You would inquire, do the Frost Giants still live? And I would hold your hand, and I would think to myself, how have I done so right by this precocious young boy, to ask such questions? To not delight in their defeat but to ask things of culture, of knowledge?

Yes, you are different from Thor. But my love for you is in no way different than it is for him. You are my son, Loki, even if you refuse to recognize it. I will never see you any differently. I will never view you as anything but perfection, even in your darkest moments. I simply cannot.

Loki, the heathen god of the Norse of old? Do you seek forgiveness for him? Salvation?

For him, I seek only peace.

Then yea and deliver thyself unto the visage of god, for in me lies peace.

...you are Jesus?

The beginning and end, the alpha and omega! I am the word made flesh and that word is love, love, love!

I did not expect to find the savior of mankind in this place.

Please don't.

[Vali's once more in his mother's arms, but now he's quite excitable, pulling and tugging at Sigyn's long locks. The tire in Sigyn's facial expression gives good clue as to what occurred.]

[Oh dear.]

Do not what, young Sigyn?

[Sigyn opens her mouth to talk, but then immediately cringes when Vali yanks down hard on her hair. She takes her lock from the tot's hands, giving him a stern look, then walks over to Odin.]

I think it is about time that you spend some quality time with your grandson.

[ The boy is withdrawn -- his attempt to be dignified -- but he looks up to his father, drawing in every word. ]

Jesus? Who is he?

[Oh, baby Loki, let him grab you up in his manly arms and put you on his shoulder. A good place for you, he will never stop believing just that.]

He seems to be a wise man among the mortals upon Midgard. Perhaps we should study their religion in the library some time, hmm?

[ He has never been so happy oh my god. ]

But even the wisest among them isn't as wise as you.

[STAY THIS WAY FOREVER OKAY JUST DON'T GROW UP]

There are different kinds of wisdom, little Loki. Many different kinds, actually.

Like what? Tell me.

....Jesus?

Is your son a, uh, recruiter or something?

Hmm? Oh, no. My son is Loki of Asgard, the god of mischief of younger of my two sons.

God of mischief? ..And you approve of this?

[Molly's not even going to tackle the wackiness of considering one's son a God. So what if this older man is a bit touched when it comes to reality? He seems nice enough. Better to not disrupt his illusion.]

[Aw, she really is silly :>]

Why would I not?

[Tip of the iceberg, Allfather! She's also a morgue attendant who enjoys Glee.]

W-Well, mischief is sort of...well it could mean bad things, couldn't it? Like tricks on people, lies... You mentioned lying, yeah?

[Oh bother.]

It depends on how he uses it, I believe.

Jesus... He is of Midgard, is he not? The people I visited [translation: snuck out to see while you weren't looking] on Midgard were not overly fond of him. What good can he do for Loki that you have not tried yourself?

I am only one being. I cannot help change another being on my own.

he sees you when you're sleeping

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loling forever

sometimes church signs are too relevant to rp interests, apparently

That's brilliant

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