[While there's plenty he can do in this world with the trust the boy's earned, he feels incomplete without the rest of himself. If the magpie would show itself, he could've simply devoured it and be done, but this'll have to do.
The scene shifts to another battle, Loki in his full armor and regalia as he takes on the Disir, dismembering the zombie-like women and grinning as their blood splatters his face.]
[The scenes skip around, like pages of a book being flipped through. Back to Loki dying!]
My noble sacrifice. The dialogue implies it was out of guilt or some loyalty to Asgard, but Loki would only ever sacrifice himself for himself. I died so that I would be reborn, and so I was. But there was more to it. Plans I must've hidden from both the boy and his plaything.
[He doesn't care about this Loki so he doesn't comment on his brave sacrifices. Moving on,]
Yes, yes, obviously I'll shapeshift myself younger as soon as I'm able to. This form is inconvenient, to say the least. My power and my plans are all one and the same, though.
My plans cannot be enacted so long as I look like this, that would defeat the whole purpose of being reborn and gaining everyone's trust by way of my youthful appearance.
[But the pages begin to turn once more, this time landing in Asgard, not yet destroyed. Loki is lounging in his quarters, swirling a goblet of wine in one hand as he speaks with a magical projection of Doom.
"You remain Loki, Loki."
The projection fades and Loki stands up, moving to the balcony where he can see the whole of Asgard, floating above Oklahoma.
"We are as trapped as ever. It needs to be burned clean. All of it."
No sooner does he say that than is Asgard melded with Jotunheim. "They can only be defeated from within," narrates the old man as he's soon replaced by a young and impossibly tiny frost giant. Another battlefield, this one strewn with Jotun corpses. The young Loki grabs Laufey's sword and swings it in anger at Odin,
"I'll kill you!"
And then nothing. The two real Lokis, the observers, are now in a space beyond stories. It is dark and lined with the eerie green smoke of Loki's magic. Loki's voice, at various ages, echoes around them.
"To what end?" "What would give your life meaning?" "Why do you do this?"]
Questions answered with more questions. I am myself, as always.
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[While there's plenty he can do in this world with the trust the boy's earned, he feels incomplete without the rest of himself. If the magpie would show itself, he could've simply devoured it and be done, but this'll have to do.
The scene shifts to another battle, Loki in his full armor and regalia as he takes on the Disir, dismembering the zombie-like women and grinning as their blood splatters his face.]
None of this is the why, only the how...
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The "it" you spoke of. What were you referring to?
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[The scenes skip around, like pages of a book being flipped through. Back to Loki dying!]
My noble sacrifice. The dialogue implies it was out of guilt or some loyalty to Asgard, but Loki would only ever sacrifice himself for himself. I died so that I would be reborn, and so I was. But there was more to it. Plans I must've hidden from both the boy and his plaything.
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[ he died for thor. twice. he hadn't been thinking of himself all that much. just the ending it would be. ]
And I'm here to uncover his power, not to resurrect your plans.
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Yes, yes, obviously I'll shapeshift myself younger as soon as I'm able to. This form is inconvenient, to say the least. My power and my plans are all one and the same, though.
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Are they now.
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I think I've changed my mind.
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[And his form shifts to that of the child within these memories, though still stuck as the old man in the real world.]
Better? Let's keep going further.
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Fine. Let's proceed.
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How predictable.
[But the pages begin to turn once more, this time landing in Asgard, not yet destroyed. Loki is lounging in his quarters, swirling a goblet of wine in one hand as he speaks with a magical projection of Doom.
"You remain Loki, Loki."
The projection fades and Loki stands up, moving to the balcony where he can see the whole of Asgard, floating above Oklahoma.
"We are as trapped as ever. It needs to be burned clean. All of it."
No sooner does he say that than is Asgard melded with Jotunheim. "They can only be defeated from within," narrates the old man as he's soon replaced by a young and impossibly tiny frost giant. Another battlefield, this one strewn with Jotun corpses. The young Loki grabs Laufey's sword and swings it in anger at Odin,
"I'll kill you!"
And then nothing. The two real Lokis, the observers, are now in a space beyond stories. It is dark and lined with the eerie green smoke of Loki's magic. Loki's voice, at various ages, echoes around them.
"To what end?" "What would give your life meaning?" "Why do you do this?"]
Questions answered with more questions. I am myself, as always.
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[ loki gestures to it with a long sweep of his arm. ]
To simply be doesn't need an explanation. Or a reason. Everything has a right to exist. Why not a Loki?
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So you'll support my continued existence?
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[ it may be the right thing to do but . . . quite frankly, he's done with all of that. ]
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Is that your only option? It's not very creative. I'd expect that out of someone else, not a Loki.
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still, he gives it some thought. ]
Can you not be . . . drawn out of him?
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Only we would do this to ourselves.
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[Loki hums, circling his other self.]
I wonder if your Thor would like you better as a child too.
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[ hmm. ]
Is that why you keep fluctuating between forms?
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[Even when Asgard's accepted Loki, it's never really liked him.]
It's difficult for me to stay in this form due to the spell, even here. But I know it's what you prefer.
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