Possible update to a just pre-Avengers canonpoint.

[sorcerous]

Would you fear me?

The tesseract asunder, the very real, the ether swelling with power. When I return, the Scepter will be in my hand, and I will tear that kingdom to pieces, rend it and grind it between my teeth, let the thorns sweep that damnable village --

...well, I may spare the boy, as he is just a pup.

...and the girl, I have told her I will teach her, and she is a dark little thing.

And I suppose I have done enough to the little Stark princess.

Sif? -- You go too far. I will not be cowed by you. I will spare none of them, and it is thanks to your insolence. What else can I do, when I have come from the dark? It is within me, now. It sticks as tar does, and it is cold as the void between the stars. I cannot live in the light, and thus the light must be destroyed.

I have an army. I will it, and they have it done.

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[isinganyway]

Have you done enough, my prince? How good of you to say so.

[sorcerous]

You walked by my side. You climbed the stairs to the tower. I held no knife to your throat, girl.

[isinganyway]

Not all knives are forged of steel.

[sorcerous]

And the way you followed me, one would think your heart was made of glass.

[hotforahobo]

Loki.

[sorcerous]

Think you to pursue me?

[hotforahobo]

If it will stop your madness, brother.

[sorcerous]

You cannot follow me here. I could choke a child's life away with my own hands, and you would watch through unbreakable walls.

[sonofasgard]

Does your malice truly know no bounds?

[sorcerous]

Perhaps it does.

Shall we try to find them, brother?

[sonofasgard]

Do not tempt me!

For all the deeds done, Loki; you are still my brother.

[sorcerous]

I am not in my blood, and I am not in my heart.

[ A smooth liar, he is. ]

What else might there be?

[lord_of_terror]

A better initial question would be 'what do you fear?'

[sorcerous]

Butterflies. Fire. And ungainly women.

[tenuefarfalla]

[[drive-by comment]]

:| You dick.

[The meaning of her name is pretty common knowledge in Schwanheim.]

[lord_of_terror]

Save your lies for Belial, demigod. They will do you no good with me.

[He closes his eyes for a moment, reaching out with his power in an attempt to see just what exactly it is that Loki is truly terrified of.]

Tell me what haunts your nightmares...

[uncompromise]

[Yeah, okay, this isn't his fight, but he's still going to be over here. Glaring.]

[sorcerous]

Hawk... of course you would come.

Closer, now. How do you fare, now that your heart has been ripped from you? How are your scars? -- Are these finally deep enough to destroy you?

[uncompromise]

[No verbal response. Just the almost lazy motion of an arrow being pulled back. There's a long silence, and when Clint speaks, he sounds more than a little angry.]

You tell me. Does it look like I'm dancing to that tune? 'Cause I'm not.

[sorcerous]

Perhaps it's because I haven't told you to dance.

[ Not even a glance to the arrow, though his hand twitches, and his fingers rub together. He'd catch this one too. ]

[tenuefarfalla]

And you wonder why you end up alone?

[sorcerous]

No, sorceress. I do not wonder.

[tenuefarfalla]

Yes you do. Some small part of you wonders.

If you succeed, if you crush everyone and everything underneath the weight of your hatred, you'll wonder. You'll stand and stare down at the misery you've inflicted on everyone who would have stood by you willingly if you'd shown them anything real, and you'll wonder why no one is standing beside you.

You're not as cold as your ice, but you are as brittle. And you're wrong.

[olympic_lion]

[Oh, Loki. Herc normally kinda tunes it out when you start ranting or emoing around the place, but when you do both at once?

Well, then clearly he has to shove an enormous meat-filled sandwich into your face. Hopefully, more meat means less dark embittered vengeful snivelling.]

[starcrossed_hawk]

[Shayera examines him a moment, forming her thumbs and fore-fingers into a box, squinting one eye. Finally, she snaps her fingers, pointing at him.]

Did anyone ever tell you that you look like Prince Orm? Stupid hat and all?

Talk like him too. As in, too much.