Scared might be the right word, though it's not fear of Megatron himself. Even gods get PTSD sometimes. Loki has had some time to fight it, though, and support from Thor and others close to him.
What Megatron says is also good to hear. "Likewise," he says. "Though violence itself was a means to an end for me. Control was what I wanted, and that was a very dark time for me. I am by nature tricky and mercurial, but not warlike."
The walls and floor of the meeting hall are mostly pale marble, with clearer seams running through it; it looks as though it's meant to evoke ice. There's a fireplace at one end large enough to roast a whole bull, though it's certainly never been put to that task. By the hearth is a dark wooden table and chairs to match, wide and heavy and magically reinforced to bear the weight of Loki's Jotun form. They're decorated with furs and evergreen and holly.
Loki leads the way to the hearth and selects one of the chairs for his own, sitting with one leg folded up, body listing to the left. "I would offer you refreshment," he says, "but I'm not familiar enough with your kind to know what would be appropriate. Which is one of the reasons I'm curious to talk with you. As far as I'm aware, there are no beings like yourself in the world I come from, and yet some of your abilities are analogous to mine."
He's calmer now, himself, comfortable in his own territory, with the crackle of fire as background noise.
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What Megatron says is also good to hear. "Likewise," he says. "Though violence itself was a means to an end for me. Control was what I wanted, and that was a very dark time for me. I am by nature tricky and mercurial, but not warlike."
The walls and floor of the meeting hall are mostly pale marble, with clearer seams running through it; it looks as though it's meant to evoke ice. There's a fireplace at one end large enough to roast a whole bull, though it's certainly never been put to that task. By the hearth is a dark wooden table and chairs to match, wide and heavy and magically reinforced to bear the weight of Loki's Jotun form. They're decorated with furs and evergreen and holly.
Loki leads the way to the hearth and selects one of the chairs for his own, sitting with one leg folded up, body listing to the left. "I would offer you refreshment," he says, "but I'm not familiar enough with your kind to know what would be appropriate. Which is one of the reasons I'm curious to talk with you. As far as I'm aware, there are no beings like yourself in the world I come from, and yet some of your abilities are analogous to mine."
He's calmer now, himself, comfortable in his own territory, with the crackle of fire as background noise.