Oh, posturing now. Loki has to laugh, he can't not, because– “Anyone out to kill me would have to be extraordinarily ambitious.”
How ridiculous, how utterly ridiculous the mere idea is; no. Loki survives. Loki survives because Loki is needed, and Loki survives because survival is pain. Pain is his lot. Thus has the thread of his life been woven.
“I know the day of my death, and it will not come at the hands of you or yours, child. But if that's how things are, then show me.” His hands dart out to grab fistfuls of Galen's shirt near the shoulder, yanking him in and up. Close. Very close.
“Well?” He braces Galen's weight against his forearms and lifts, arching his back to bring the shorter man's feet well off the ground. “Let's play. Your strength against mine. Your power against mine.”
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How ridiculous, how utterly ridiculous the mere idea is; no. Loki survives. Loki survives because Loki is needed, and Loki survives because survival is pain. Pain is his lot. Thus has the thread of his life been woven.
“I know the day of my death, and it will not come at the hands of you or yours, child. But if that's how things are, then show me.” His hands dart out to grab fistfuls of Galen's shirt near the shoulder, yanking him in and up. Close. Very close.
“Well?” He braces Galen's weight against his forearms and lifts, arching his back to bring the shorter man's feet well off the ground. “Let's play. Your strength against mine. Your power against mine.”