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(last updated: 1/21/19)

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[ it feels . . . cold. there are very faint raised ridges lined over his face as well. but it does nothing but leave you with a slight numb sensation. loki, for his part, does not blink. ]

What was that for?

[The chill doesn't bother her as much as it might with someone else, but cold is something she's used to. It's not just the elemental thing - elves have normal weaknesses after all - but because she's cool to the touch as well. Sort of comes with the territory of being undead.

She doesn't let her touch linger, though, snapping her fingers a few times to chase the numb feeling away. Weird. Like something's crawling out of him.]

Just... checking.

[She keeps ahold of him and continues coaxing him forward, away from that miserable edge, then points towards the center.]

So what's that thing? The big glowy dice? From a distance I thought it was your funky icebox but that's not it.

[ loki purses lips, glancing at it. ]

That is the Tesseract. A gem of infinite power over space. Only certain individuals can touch this and it leaves a mark.

[A mark, huh. Considering the blue on his face it's easy to make an assumption of one to the other. Still remains to be proven, of course, but it's a logical step.]

So what counts as "certain individuals"? Is it like your casket?

[ loki takes his time responding, giving it a lot of thought. ]

It is and it isn't. The Casket can only be handled by Frost Giants. The Stones can be handled by individuals with great power. They're too dangerous to be held by one person.

Did you hold it?

[Easiest way to know is to ask, after all.]

I did. I was told to fetch it back for a titan.

[ his eyes trail towards it. ]

That is not the real thing. That is simply pain.

[She follows his gaze, tentative again. Pain seems like a good descriptive for this place. Is there anything happy to be found?]

Your pain?

[Her voice is quiet.]

[ loki glances at her, unnerving before his eyes drift away, centering on mjolnir. ]

For a long time, my pain was ignored. Dismissed. So I keep it in the light. And I hide what is truly important.

[Would probably be more unnerving if she wasn't a lich or dating one for the last thirty years- creepy red eyes aren't such a fuss factor, these days. Once again, though, she looks where he does, even if it's kind of hard to parse exactly where he's focused- the center of the room? The hammer?

If that's Thor's, then maybe some sibling rivalry involved not being Mom and Dad's favourite. Hmm.

She considers these things thoughtfully for a moment, then withdraws her arm from his, offering her hand out, instead.]

Show me, then. I won't ignore it. What is it you wish people would acknowledge?

[ he blinks, surprised by her query. a quiet silence hangs over them. ]

Do you think I'm worthy?

...That sounds like a loaded question.

[She glances back at the hammer, her gaze casting over the text. It's meaningless to her, some sort of boast or enchantment or maybe just a legend. It's obvious that it means something to him, then.

Finally she shrugs.]

I don't know. Worthy of what, picking up a hammer? Just because it's meant for somebody else? Who's the one judging if you're worthy or not, what the hell does a hammer know about that kind of thing?

[ loki shakes his head. ]

If it cannot be answered, then it cannot be lifted.

Well, if you're asking me, then yeah, you're worthy. Why wouldn't you be?

[She doubts her word on the subject would ever matter, because she thinks the whole restriction is kind of dumb, but this place can't dictate her thoughts, so fuck it.]

[ if he has any doubts, loki doesn't show it. instead he gestures to mjolnir. ]

Give it a try.

[Tch... getting a straight answer out of him is harder than pulling teeth. She's still against this whole concept, so as an act of rebellion instead of grabbing the hammer with her hands, she marches over and lifts her foot to slam it against the side with all her might, trying to knock it off the pedestal.

Sorry, Thor, but your hammer has dumb rules attached to it.]

[ and it . . . budges. only a little, but it is enough to bring a change to the room. the light dims until everything is pitch black. except.

except the stars come alive. bright sparks that spin wildly to create the scenes you see before you. they seem to form images out of starlight, akin to the flicker of a camera reel, but the light, the light sinks into your skin like a breath of fresh air. electrifying, golden and so full of . . .

. . . full of . . .

it's overwhelming, this singular thought, free of all doubt, all pain, all suffering. untinged, untouched, pure.

eventually, the light comes back to the observatory. ]

[Lup is lost in it for a long moment, that lingering sensation - emotion - that had rushed through her like wind through a tunnel. The seconds tick by until finally she drops her foot back down, lifting a hand to press over her chest, fingers curling as if she can physically grasp it: the tether that she bound around her soul, linked to Taako's. To keep her grounded by love and joy and family when the evil inside her threatens to take over.

She knows this feeling. There's no other in the universe that she'd ever understand more than this feeling.

She closes her eyes.]

I'm glad... that you love your brother. And I'm glad he loves you.

[There's so much else here, fear and loathing and that awful, awful emptiness down below. She'd started to wonder where the good in his life was, because he doesn't make it easy to find.]

[ the latter isn't as important to loki. of course it still matters because the thirst and desire to be needed and wanted will never truly fade. what truly matters should be hidden where it's safe. what is pain should be born and shown, not relegated to the corners like it no longer matters. ]

So long as no doubt touches that place, it will be safe.

Mm. He knows, right?

[Because that's important, at least to her. Her situation right now may be... complicated... but she still shows it in subtle ways, whenever she can. Remind him how precious he is to her. He can't know how much, not yet, but he doesn't have to. A little something can count for a lot.]

[ loki shrugs. ]

That is not as important. What is important is that I know and hold onto it.

I don't think that's true at all. What's the point of feeling love if you just hold it inside yourself?

[She spreads her arms, spinning in a slow circle, gesturing at the other objects around them.]

Think how much brighter this place could be, if you could spread this feeling out a bit more. Think how much better you'd feel! Don't just bury that shit like it's a secret.

[ loki frowns because that sounds fake. ]

Love only makes things worse.

[What the fuck.]

Oookay, I'm gonna forgo my knee-jerk reaction to that and ask... why?

[Because that's hella bullshit.]

[ loki is silent. ]

You should read the books if you truly wish to know. All of this . . . it stemmed from love.

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