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Strange; there is a new impulse in me. As when the weather changes, and one may taste it in the air... I remember this, the taste of winter's coming when autumn's leaves have scattered.
Yes, I will go. I will go to the All-Father and ask -- plead forgiveness. For the madness that has seized me is past, and I am -- I am Loki, the trickster, once more.
[ Following this thread, in which Loki is brainwashed by Sif. ]
Yes, I will go. I will go to the All-Father and ask -- plead forgiveness. For the madness that has seized me is past, and I am -- I am Loki, the trickster, once more.
[ Following this thread, in which Loki is brainwashed by Sif. ]
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You kinda talk like feelin' the seasons change is something special. Ain't you ever lived through a winter before?
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[She offers him a sly grin, folding her hands behind her back and swaying.]
So why's your old man gettin' all that begging for forgiveness, huh?
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Didn't know that.
[She grins.]
What's your name, anyway?
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[ He glances away. Name, simple enough. At least she hadn't asked who are you. ]
I am Loki.
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[She spits into her hand and thrusts it forward.]
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What is he supposed to do with that. ]
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Sorry you gotta ask your daddy to forgive you, Mister Loki. But they gotta love you, right? I mean, that's what they're supposed to do.
No matter how much you screw up.
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He is not --
[ He is not my father. ]
-- merely my father. He is also the King.
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[She pauses thoughtfully.]
Should I bow, or somethin'?
I couldn't resist replying to this.
[He is understandably wary but Loki is still his son.]
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[ And he kneels, his hand moving to his chest, head bowed. Respect and deference and -- yes, fear. Fear of being turned away, when he is so raw, when his pain has been brought to the surface. ]
I know not --
[ He chokes his words away.
And, softly: ]
I will be bound by your judgment. I have done wrong -- forgive me. [ Each word, laden with emotion. He is shaking. All that he is has been torn open, for the world to see, and he cannot cloak it in shadow this time. ]
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He can see his son's pain and feels it even more keenly. Instinctively he places a hand upon Loki's shoulder, gazing downward with concern written upon his own face. Yes, he knows how well Loki can lie, but his heart and his mind both tell him that what he is witnessing now is truly sincere.
If he were only Loki's father, things would be so much more simpler. As King of Asgard, even his sons have to answer for their actions. No matter how much he wants to wipe the slate entirely clear. Lightly he squeezes Loki's shoulder, urging him to look up.]
As your father, you do have my forgiveness. [A slight sign slips his lips.] But nevertheless, you must atone for your crimes.
[No matter how much he wishes to spare him the added grief. He cannot be too lenient, yet he cannot bring himself to be harsh either. It is one of those rare moments where the King and Father struggle with one another.]
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And then his words --
Loki's hand flies to his lips, but he cannot muffle the sound of grief. Not at atonement -- this, he will do, this he will take on gladly. But at forgiveness. The taste of it is so unfamiliar, so terrifying in depth and sweetness, that he can hardly breathe. ]
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Not just for the thought that perhaps Laufey's infant son might help bring about peace, but because he felt that familiar connection, like the first time he held Thor. A parent knows when a child is meant to be theirs. No matter how Loki has doubted his intentions, Loki will always be his son. But the question still remains can his son, truly accept that truth?]
The King will soon enough have to pass judgement, but first I would have words father to son. [He motions for Loki to rise as they are alone and this conservation is long overdue.]
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No. No, please, I beg of you...
[ The shameful words that spill free before he may rein them in. Terror, though, looses his tongue again: ]
The judgment. This is the keenest of torture, you must know.
[ The waiting game, he means. He doesn't want to wait anymore; also, he means that he has thrown himself on another's mercy; that he has no control of his own fate, and that returning here has sealed the rest of his life in stone. ]
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