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[Well, this looks like a set of memories that are going to be unpleasant at best. He references the Fleet but there is no mention of Adstringendum. Truly, then, he will have no idea who she is. He is no enemy of hers, but she cares to understand his motives all the same. May as well start from the beginning.

She reaches out for The Giant Killer.]

[ you hear a voice clear as bells. It sounds like odin, gravelled but pronounced.

once upon a time, there was a war between monsters and gods But it ended with the monsters banished back to their world and the gods returning to theirs, overseeing the realms. In the golden realm, there lived two princes, the elder as bright as the sun and the younger as cold as the moon. They were brothers, as close as kin could be but only one could truly be king. And slowly, the younger brother watched as his brother fell deeper into arrogance and pride. He had beg, pleaded and tried to convince his brother many times to choose differently but the elder brother always scorned him.

The story breaks briefly as echoes can be heard around you, never doubt that I love you, never doubt, never doubt so please, please, listen to me, why won’t you listen to me?

They fade as soon as you turn your head to catch them, shadowed footsteps. When you turn back to the book, it resumes as normal.

So in desperation, the younger set off a plot. He would let the monsters into the golden realm to show to the rest of them that his brother was not ready. It went perfectly and his brother’s coronation was disrupted. Angered, his brother had charged into the frozen wastes, ready to slay the monsters (cw: superhero violence). But he failed and the high king banished him ]

[The world this memory presents to her is fantastical, far beyond any she's experienced. Frost giants and... whatever that monster was. This Thor is powerful, but a fool. Brash and blustering and full of pride, and while that doesn't make him a terrible person, it would certainly make him a terrible ruler. She's forced to agree with Loki on that point.

She wonders at the significance of Loki's blue skin. She also wonders why Loki agreed with Thor; that had goaded him into an act of war just to prove he was unworthy to be king. But then she remembers the first memory. It had never meant to get that far.

What a mess.

Perhaps the second book will answer her first curiosity, and she turns to The Discovery.]

[ the voice is different from that of the giant killer. This time, it’s clearly thor’s voice dictating the book. He sounds younger though, boisterous and happy.

the younger sibling ran into the vault, where the casket of ancient winters resided. There, he discovered the awful truth about his heritage. He was not a son of asgard, but a monster from the frozen wastes. Weary from the elder’s betrayal, the high king fell into a deep sleep. And then . . .

Then the younger was given kingship by his mother. His brother was gone, his friends cursed him and abandoned him and his mother was heartsore from the loss. He was alone and he knew that when his brother returned, he would return full of wrath. His father would wake, full of anger. He knew that the hammer would fall on him for what he had done. So he tried to rid the golden realm of monsters by plotting to destroy its king. ]

[This time, she doesn't hesitate. By the title of the book, the things that Loki has set in motion are not going to end well. She may as well see the last of it.

To the last of the three books she goes.]

[ the voice was loki’s but fully distorted.

And so, the younger sibling kills one father to save another (cw:death). Pride fills him at last. At last the golden realm could love him. Could not discard him. He had done what no one else could. They could see that he was a true son of the golden realm. But his brother had returned, changed. Gone was the Giant-Killer, here was the gentler brother he had tried so hard to reach and failed, every time. Wrought with anger, fear and pain, they fought (cw:superhero violence) on the bridge between worlds. The bridge shattered under the weight of the hammer and they fell — nearly.

Nearly . . .

The younger son told the high king what he had been trying to do. He asked for understanding — he was a fool — he thought his family would take him back — but he wasn’t theirs — they saw him for his monster that he was and said no (cw:suicide). And thus, the monster was defeated, plunged back into the depths and the golden realm was saved . . .

The rest of the pages are filled with celebration and a single spread page with Thor and Odin standing over a mound of blue. And a pitiful voice whispers, I could have done it, Father. I could have done it. For you. ]

Edited 2019-01-26 09:27 (UTC)

[....well.

Loki, you are a fucking mess of a god.

She closes the book quietly. It's interesting, in some sense, the parallels that run between their lives, though admittedly Loki's on a much grander scale. And how differently they chose to deal with them. Maybe that's why he chose to be cruel, when he found out her own history. It seems in keeping.]

Such a mess of insecurities you are. [Softly. Well. Takes one to know one.

She heads out to the Loki on the edge. If her way out is here, it's likely through him.]

[ Loki seems a little … different. Someone seems to have taken a brush to his face, because there are swathes of blue in a zig-zag pattern and one of his eyes seem to be a dark, blood red. His form seems to flicker on and off as if he’s not truly there and his voice tends to distort, like radio static. When you step onto the bridge, you can hear the siren song of the V̵̙͓̦̺͆͗̋ͩ̒ͅo͓͓̹͎̪ͪ͂ͧ̓ͨ̋͞i̭͎̹͍ͤ͊̆d͏͓͔̭̜͚, calling for your oblivion. He cocks his head, vaguely surprised. ]

I do not know you.

[It's a very attractive song at that, and she loses a few moments staring down over the edge herself before realising he'd addressed her. Makie blinks at the oddness to his face-- having seen what she'd seen, she can at least understand what it means, but it's disconcerting nevertheless.

But ah... yes. Seems kind of gauche to say we met in another life and you were an asshole at this point.]

No. I don't suppose you do. Is that all right?

[ honestly, loki would buy it. seems more likely than anything else he's heard about himself in other worlds. like you were my friend. he rolls his shoulders. he seems . . . younger. a strange amalgamation of loki that has none of the spite or anger. ]

It suits me fine. Did you find what you were looking for?

I did. [To the extent that she's willing to look, anyway. There's obviously plenty more to Loki than that slice of history, but it tells her enough to put his spite into context.]

You survived your fall, I assume.

Unfortunately.

[ that is how he'll always see it. ]

[Well, it's hardly an attitude she's unfamiliar with.]

I do not wish to pry any more than I have. How do I leave this place?

[ loki cocks his head. ]

There are but two ways. If you are satisfied, you can walk away. If you are not, you can continue or choose to fall.

[ a door opens on the far side of the observatory, next to the tapestries. in the distance, you see a golden city. ]

[Well, that's an interesting choice. Her gaze drifts to the void again.]

What happens if I fall?

You return to the nothingness from whence you came.

I do not recommend it.

[...not that long ago, it would have been very tempting. Still today, were she not so aware this was a dream. Loki's dream, to be more precise.

She offers him a small bow.] Thank you for your time. I apologise for intruding.

[But yeah, she's gonna head towards the golden city.]

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