"Clever of you to hit right upon one of the things I wanted to ask," Loki tells him with a playful smirk. "I wondered what your planet was like. Landforms, flora and fauna, that kind of thing."
It's a good, peaceful topic to discuss on a walk, after all, and Loki enjoys discussing his own memories of his youth on Asgard. The talk of children catches his attention, though, and he nods, having gathered that reproduction was a matter of dependence on the planet itself rather than the bodies of individuals. It seems a shame to him to essentially raise them in group homes, but then--
His eyes widen and he looks startled by the comment about Soundwave. His hand tightens in Megatron's for a moment, and he murmurs, "That's awful."
There's a pause, and then he says, "I was adopted, and also failed to live up to my father's expectations. It's complicated."
And he's gotten past a lot of the hurt, but not all of it. "There was a war, you see. Between the Frost Giants of Jotunheim, and the Aesir of Asgard. Asgard won, but in the seige upon Jotunheim, Odin, the King, found a baby in a Jotunn temple. A runt of a giant, naked and alone. And from the ridged markings, he could see that I was the son of Laufey, the ruler of the Frost Giants. They're hereditary patterns."
"I don't know now whether I was abandoned out of contempt, left there as a test of my will to survive, or some sort of war-sacrifice in hopes of victory. Either way, Odin brought me back, and he always believed I would have died if he had not."
"My true species was a secret, even from myself. I grew up thinking I was Asgardian, and the biological younger child of the king and queen, the brother of Thor by blood. Finding out otherwise was a shock I did not take well, particularly because Odin admitted he had selected me as a political pawn, planning to install me on the throne of Jotunheim when I came of age, to ensure a government friendly to Asgard."
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It's a good, peaceful topic to discuss on a walk, after all, and Loki enjoys discussing his own memories of his youth on Asgard. The talk of children catches his attention, though, and he nods, having gathered that reproduction was a matter of dependence on the planet itself rather than the bodies of individuals. It seems a shame to him to essentially raise them in group homes, but then--
His eyes widen and he looks startled by the comment about Soundwave. His hand tightens in Megatron's for a moment, and he murmurs, "That's awful."
There's a pause, and then he says, "I was adopted, and also failed to live up to my father's expectations. It's complicated."
And he's gotten past a lot of the hurt, but not all of it. "There was a war, you see. Between the Frost Giants of Jotunheim, and the Aesir of Asgard. Asgard won, but in the seige upon Jotunheim, Odin, the King, found a baby in a Jotunn temple. A runt of a giant, naked and alone. And from the ridged markings, he could see that I was the son of Laufey, the ruler of the Frost Giants. They're hereditary patterns."
"I don't know now whether I was abandoned out of contempt, left there as a test of my will to survive, or some sort of war-sacrifice in hopes of victory. Either way, Odin brought me back, and he always believed I would have died if he had not."
"My true species was a secret, even from myself. I grew up thinking I was Asgardian, and the biological younger child of the king and queen, the brother of Thor by blood. Finding out otherwise was a shock I did not take well, particularly because Odin admitted he had selected me as a political pawn, planning to install me on the throne of Jotunheim when I came of age, to ensure a government friendly to Asgard."