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.
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.
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.
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.
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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But, I am busy with Miss Potts, you'll understand.
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And please. Please - that is an invitation you tempt me so to take.
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Did you find relief immediately after I fell, Sif? Or did you pass a suitable morning period, then forget me along with your treacheries?
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We had been friends longer than we have been on opposing sides, yet there are times when I do not recognize you.
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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.]
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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.
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Yet no punishment will come from hands you consider honorable. Did Odin congratulate you? Did they throw a feast in your honor?
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Stop expecting more from me, Sif. I am not Aesir.
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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.
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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.
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I did love him once. More than any of you. Now I loathe him.
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A mortal Odinson will take the throne, even more of a bitter sting.
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