Loki has to take another moment to rub her eyes and tame the urge to cry, but it gives way to a bright smile as it fades. The feeling that this is getting serious more quickly than is healthy has not left her, but the fear of it being too good to be true is fading like frost in sunlight. Good things do happen sometimes, whether the recipients deserve them or not. But maybe they deserve one another.
"This feels right," she observes, calming as the breeze whistles past them, and nods to herself. "The Winter Spirit warned me once not to allow myself to be tamed, or reduced into a single, simple self that does not acknowledge all aspects of Loki. I've thought about it a lot since then. I am a parent now, and a sibling, and a lover, and I can be all those things. I am fire and frost and wind and darkness, and I can be all those things, as well. I can be both the serpent and the victim of its dripping venom. But the turn of the Wheel, the cycle of lives and seasons, occurs outside of us and inside of us. I do not have to be the terrible herald of apocalypse and the tender mother of monsters all at the same time."
"My nature is changeable, but I think that you will understand that, even as you see it occur in front of you. I think you will still love me. That is a faith I did not expect to find."
"I trust you, with myself, and with the others I love." And that is a more momentous confession, to Loki's mind, than an I love you. After all, she never stopped loving Odin but she wouldn't trust him as far as she could throw a small planet.
"I don't know what the title of Lord Protector would even entail," she says wryly. "But you are, at least for me, a shelter from the cold both within and without."
"...and I'm sorry, I was trying to be sweet but you mentioned getting drunk and now I need to know what sort of spirits you drink in case we do have a party to attend at some point." Aaaaand there's the familiar glitter of mischief in her eyes.
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Date: 2020-12-08 09:46 pm (UTC)"This feels right," she observes, calming as the breeze whistles past them, and nods to herself. "The Winter Spirit warned me once not to allow myself to be tamed, or reduced into a single, simple self that does not acknowledge all aspects of Loki. I've thought about it a lot since then. I am a parent now, and a sibling, and a lover, and I can be all those things. I am fire and frost and wind and darkness, and I can be all those things, as well. I can be both the serpent and the victim of its dripping venom. But the turn of the Wheel, the cycle of lives and seasons, occurs outside of us and inside of us. I do not have to be the terrible herald of apocalypse and the tender mother of monsters all at the same time."
"My nature is changeable, but I think that you will understand that, even as you see it occur in front of you. I think you will still love me. That is a faith I did not expect to find."
"I trust you, with myself, and with the others I love." And that is a more momentous confession, to Loki's mind, than an I love you. After all, she never stopped loving Odin but she wouldn't trust him as far as she could throw a small planet.
"I don't know what the title of Lord Protector would even entail," she says wryly. "But you are, at least for me, a shelter from the cold both within and without."
"...and I'm sorry, I was trying to be sweet but you mentioned getting drunk and now I need to know what sort of spirits you drink in case we do have a party to attend at some point." Aaaaand there's the familiar glitter of mischief in her eyes.