“I killed him. Why would I mourn?” Of course it's more complex than that, of course, but that doesn't stop this immediate, amused response from escaping Loki's lips.
“I am no Asgardian. I am the spoils of war, stolen and reshaped in the image of my captors, a better image, taught to kill my own kind in their name and told nothing. Their prophecies and their politics made me; I am a toy, a trinket, an object and objects cannot mourn.” So it is, it is in a sense just that, just insolence, just spite, but there's ever so much more to it, a long and sordid history darkened and twisted by time and by hate. Good, was there ever good? Of course, but how much more insidious is it for all of that?
“Loki is a monster; nothing more, and that's all he's ever been. He may as well behave as one.” If that sounds familiar, if that's uncomfortable, it isn't intended to be. If Bruce trusts that the quiet, venomous bitterness in Loki's voice is honest, then it can be nothing more than coincidence. If not...
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“I am no Asgardian. I am the spoils of war, stolen and reshaped in the image of my captors, a better image, taught to kill my own kind in their name and told nothing. Their prophecies and their politics made me; I am a toy, a trinket, an object and objects cannot mourn.” So it is, it is in a sense just that, just insolence, just spite, but there's ever so much more to it, a long and sordid history darkened and twisted by time and by hate. Good, was there ever good? Of course, but how much more insidious is it for all of that?
“Loki is a monster; nothing more, and that's all he's ever been. He may as well behave as one.” If that sounds familiar, if that's uncomfortable, it isn't intended to be. If Bruce trusts that the quiet, venomous bitterness in Loki's voice is honest, then it can be nothing more than coincidence. If not...
If not, how could he possibly know?