dear_mun | (no subject)

A hand in help can give a fallen man rise, brother.

And what lesson would that teach? One must learn to crawl before they walk, walk before they run. When one falls, stumbles, are they not in need of learning once again?

—And I'm afraid my hands are otherwise full.

...that helm only wants for one to keep steady.

And here I thought you'd have agreed.

[ not really, but he's still totally blaming you for the whole. falling through space thing. ]

I agree with what keeps you in kindness with the girl.

[ wet. hands. ]

[ oh thor. ]

I'd recommend not wasting your time worrying about mine.

Make your mind, Silvertongue. You are my enemy with lies, or my brother with advice.

In playing the part of brother, I'd only be indulging in lies, would I not?

You know your own mind. However...

However? Don't tell me you're going to waste your breath yet again appealing to a childhood we share recollections of not at all.

However, your brother advises you not to speak that same mind very often, if you well love your teeth.

In disallowing me to speak my mind, you reduce me to either silence or lies. Is that what a brother does?

It is your brother who does it, therefore, yes.

Failure?

I trust you don't need the word defined, Susan.

Of course not. It's just that... I suppose I am rather surprised you seem upset at your mun. That she has freed you from a version of Asgard that isn't wholly yours.

Do you take much satisfaction in wasted effort, Susan? In knowing that seeds so carefully planted will never bear fruit; Asgard shall go to war against the giants, and all you, I, and your brothers sought to achieve will have been for nought. Does that please you? If it does, I admit I overestimated you.

Though, I must question your definition of freedom if you believe limbo to be it.

I believe, after all I've endured at my mun's hands, that I would be a fool not to prefer limbo over all the "adventures" she has forced me into. It certainly feels like a relief to be at the back of her mind instead of at the forefront of it.

Besides, I don't think I have done anything substantial with regards to the war about to be fought. My presence or absence in Asgard has changed very little, when one thinks about it - unlike yours.

[ mm, ego-feeding: the favoured sustenance of all lokis everywhere. ]

Change is rarely to be found within the walls of Asgard.

Do you really think so? Or are you only saying these things for you are no longer enclosed within them?

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For what reason would I have to lie about the nature of Asgard when I am no longer there and no longer bound by its rules?

It wasn't your fault, you didn't fail.

She did. [ pause; a twitch of his lips. ] But thank you, Arya.

My mun doesn't believe that and neither do I. [She pauses.] I'm going to miss you.

Use it to your advantage.

[ by which he means 'to asgard's disadvantage', but semantics. ]

You're a real charmer, you know that? It's a wonder any mun puts up with you at all.

It's merely the truth; nothing more and nothing less. Surely you're not advocating lies, Mr. Stark?

I advocate whatever makes you look like a tactless ass, most days. Good job, gold star.

A no, then. Humans are ever so touchy about the manner in which the truth is delivered.

Hey, we lie. I lie. I don't care who knows it. Being the Grand Cow of Fibs isn't such a huge deal these days, I just think you should at least have some meager knowledge of when a white one is pertinent.

You'd have me spare her feelings. Such thoughtfulness.

The stories must have been exaggerated.

Not spare them. Evaluate and circumvent.

Something amiss?

Incomplete would be the better term.

There are times Norn interferes with even the best laid plans. Does Loki mourn his fate?