"You do not have to do this, Loki."
He hadn't heard he enter. Not many people could surprise him.
"Don't I?"
The air did little to relieve the weightiness settled deeply, he felt, as he pulled in a rasping breath.
"You once promised me you would not lie to me..." the murmur came soft. For an instant, he longed to give in. Why did she have this effect upon him? She had him want to share all he kept so secret and sacred, buried in the pit of his soul. Only an instant, only a moment.
He would not look at her; she wished he would.
"Then I was a fool. It is what I do, have you not heard? I am no
more fit to be king then my brother who's been cursed to a rotting planet of fools, like himself."
"Loki, please-"
"Please, what? Please stop? No, you asked for truth, I am giving it to you."
His tone was cool, but she saw the flash in the eyes, as he let them turn to her.
"Who's truth? You are angry, and rightfully so, but think, oh please think, of your mother, Loki. Has she not lost her son and her husband, must she loose you to this as well...?"
The candle light faltered with her words. This would've been quite romantic, to speak in hushed whispers, alone in Asgard's golden chapel, if not for the anger. Such anger, and she felt tears wet her cheeks.
He swallowed, hard, and defiantly tilted his chin up.
"I am already lost, Sigyn."
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