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Oh Sif, I would invite you to try.

But, I am busy with Miss Potts, you'll understand.

I fear your intimate lunch will have to wait forever. You will have company.

And please. Please - that is an invitation you tempt me so to take.

So fragile, these mortals. One forgetful moment and necks could be crushed by bare fingers. I've not been one for hands on killing the way you and Thor are, but I could find some way to enjoy it.

Did you find relief immediately after I fell, Sif? Or did you pass a suitable morning period, then forget me along with your treacheries?

No - no, I mourned you. We all mourned you, but I know by now you never listen. I have listened to you issue the same question so many times already while here, Loki. My answer will always be the same.

We had been friends longer than we have been on opposing sides, yet there are times when I do not recognize you.

Friends? Friends? You were Thor's friends. I was tolerated at the best of times. [Oh look how he creatively rewrites the past.] And when I was made king, my friends betrayed me.

You asked favors I could not grant. You took the knife and sank it between my shoulder blades when I explained that and offered no support. No tendril of friendship.

Then you celebrated the liars, the weavers of this tragedy after they threw me off of the BIfrost. [More creative editing.]

Oh please, words upon words upon words, and no matter what I say you will always weave them as you please. You fell, you let go. They did not throw you off anything.

And yes, friends, Loki. Friends of yours as well, or at least I thought I was - but apparently none were. Apparently none mattered. We did not betrayed you, we did what you could not do without risking a war. I would have brought Thor back to your aid, perhaps as King, and all would have been well, and only we would have been to blame. Only me, perhaps. It was a risk I took, but never you mind.

I sank the knife, after all.

Liar. You brought him back to take the throne. You enlisted Heimdall in your treachery against me. But who is the villain? Loki. Were you even censured for betraying the acting regent? No. They lauded you as heroes, I've no doubt.

Heimdall played no part. The ones to open the way was I, and I shall take the punishment deemed fit from one more honourable than you.

Sif, you're more intelligent than that. If Heimdall had not allowed it, you would not have passed into Midgard.

Yet no punishment will come from hands you consider honorable. Did Odin congratulate you? Did they throw a feast in your honor?

No. And I would not have wanted one.

I suppose not. No blood shed. No heads to return with as trophies.

Asgard had lost a prince.

Asgard has only ever had one prince. One prince and one cold shadow, finally outed for what it is.

Asgard has always had two. One just will not see the truth for what it is, too enamoured with his lies.

The very lies of the All Father, himself.

Stars, but you must be deaf as well as blind.

And if you were told, Sif, that you were a Jotun foundling. That you were taken to be kept, locked away and silenced by the All Father. That you were never to have the throne because you were never a son of the blood... well, tell me you would be so magnanimous as you would have me be.

If you were to tell me that, I would have to ask why.

To be used. To be installed on a foreign throne, a puppet of Asgard in a culture of monsters.

Stop expecting more from me, Sif. I am not Aesir.

And I cannot presume to know what it must have been like for you. But if you expect pity now that you have done so much, perhaps you should have asked for it before sending the Sentinel after us.

You had friends, Loki. Friends who would have, at one time, put their weapons at your disposal. But you were more hungry for power than you were to be a fit king. Kings who want loyal subdits listen and ask for their advice, they do not command their own laws for naught.

I don't want your pity, Sif. I want your suffering. And I sent the Sentinel after Thor. Not you. You only interfered.

And I never wanted the throne. But when I had it, I only wanted loyalty. The second you had a chance, you betrayed me. After everything.

Now claim you loved him more than any of us. Claim it and I will break your teeth.

You put words in my mouth.

I did love him once. More than any of you. Now I loathe him.

And it took as little for you to change your opinion as it took for me to change mine.

It too so much more. He threw me from the Bifrost- say what you like, you weren't there. He interfered on Midgard when he ought to have stayed away. For what? His lady love? The future mortal Queen of Asgard.

A mortal Odinson will take the throne, even more of a bitter sting.

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