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ā You do understand me! ā Ā The Jotun man lights up, offering a fanged grin that quickly shifts into a confused sort of a frown. Why are they so afraid?
ā I am not going to hurt you. "Ā Ā A quieter, more gentle voice. Perhaps - perhaps ⦠if this Asgardian ( Are they Asgardian? They seem Asgardian, yet the tiny voice in Vinās mind, and the scent in their nose tells them otherwise. ) If this Asgardian had only met the soldiers of Jotunheim, he would be cautious too. They could be cruel - the entire royal line was cruel, and they encouraged it in their minions, and governments. Many who did not agree had fallen victim to their cruelty.
ā You are hurt, Loki. If you will not let me help you, then please help yourself. I Ā will give you supplies if you have none. ā Ā A compromise - it does not matter how it happens, but the little one needs healed. And then he offers something which, to his own mind, is much more valuable - information.
ā Youāve met nothing but warriors, have you? The army and the guards. Or have you met a Jotun at all? You smell like us. ā Ā He sniffs once, and tilts his head, curious. Ā ā Did they hurt you here? Is that why you have crashed? Oh - hm - ā He had forgotten he was supposed to be giving information. The little one is too curious, and he likes to understand things.
ā Iām sorry. The guards are cruel to all of us. Youāll find more kindness in the gutter. Amongst the poor. ā Ā The little one seems to not trust him. Ā ā ⦠I will leave, if I must and leave my supplies with you. Will you heal yourself, then? ā
WhatĀ doesĀ LokiĀ knowĀ ofĀ theĀ politicalĀ clementĀ ofĀ Jotunhiem ?Ā Ā Ā whatĀ didĀ LokiĀ reallyĀ knowĀ ofĀ JotunhiemĀ altogether ?Ā NothingĀ butĀ stories.Ā StoriesĀ meantĀ toĀ inspireĀ fearĀ &Ā loathingĀ inĀ theĀ heartsĀ ofĀ youngĀ Asgardians.Ā StoriesĀ thatĀ servedĀ theirĀ purposeĀ wellĀ enough,Ā ifĀ notĀ obviousĀ byĀ theĀ fearĀ &Ā aversionĀ LokiĀ stillĀ yetĀ feltĀ evenĀ inĀ theĀ knowingĀ thatĀ theseĀ wereĀ hisĀ ownĀ people.Ā HeĀ wasĀ oneĀ ofĀ them.Ā OrĀ heĀ hadĀ beenĀ āĀ beforeĀ OdināsĀ interference.Ā NowĀ heĀ supposesĀ he'sĀ someĀ typeĀ ofĀ mysticalĀ hybridĀ Ā āĀ notĀ trulyĀ AsgardianĀ &Ā yetĀ neverĀ ableĀ toĀ goĀ backĀ toĀ beingĀ Jotun.Ā AsĀ ifĀ heĀ wasĀ anyĀ excuseĀ forĀ aĀ JotunĀ inĀ theĀ firstĀ place.Ā ItsĀ aĀ strangeĀ stateĀ toĀ existĀ within.Ā NeverĀ hereĀ norĀ there.Ā
HeĀ hadnātĀ everĀ reallyĀ metĀ otherĀ Jotun.Ā LaufeyĀ &Ā hisĀ court,Ā briefly.Ā ThatĀ manĀ whoĀ wasĀ supposeĀ toĀ beĀ hisĀ father.Ā EveryĀ bitĀ asĀ coldĀ &Ā darkĀ asĀ theĀ realmĀ heĀ ruled.Ā ItĀ wasĀ hardĀ toĀ everĀ imagineĀ himĀ asĀ such,Ā butĀ thenĀ heĀ supposedĀ thatĀ wasnātĀ forĀ himĀ everĀ toĀ imagine.Ā ItĀ simplyĀ hadnātĀ beenĀ allowed,Ā itĀ simplyĀ neverĀ wouldĀ haveĀ been.Ā AsĀ farĀ asĀ LaufeyĀ wasĀ concernedĀ LokiĀ shouldĀ haveĀ beenĀ deadĀ &Ā itĀ wereĀ aĀ tragedyĀ thatĀ heĀ hadĀ everĀ lived.Ā SoĀ whyĀ thenĀ wouldĀ anyĀ ofĀ themĀ wantĀ toĀ offerĀ himĀ kindness ?Ā
āĀ WhyĀ ?Ā . . .Ā WhyĀ wouldĀ youĀ wantĀ toĀ helpĀ me.Ā WhatĀ couldĀ youĀ possiblyĀ gainĀ byĀ this -- YouĀ haven'tĀ anyĀ ideaĀ whoĀ IĀ amĀ --Ā ? āĀ HeĀ thinksĀ he'sĀ aĀ decentĀ enoughĀ judgeĀ ofĀ characterĀ toĀ knowĀ thatĀ thisĀ manĀ meansĀ himĀ noĀ harm,Ā whichĀ onlyĀ furtherĀ compoundsĀ hisĀ confusionĀ &Ā leavesĀ himĀ toĀ fearĀ itĀ asĀ clever,Ā elaborateĀ trickĀ ofĀ someĀ kind,Ā thoughĀ thatĀ stillĀ madeĀ noĀ sense.Ā Ā
HeāsĀ becomingĀ exhaustedĀ withĀ himself,Ā theĀ painĀ inĀ hisĀ chestĀ onlyĀ pushingĀ himĀ furtherĀ intoĀ hopelessĀ defeat.Ā InsteadĀ ofĀ questioningĀ anymoreĀ heĀ simplyĀ leansĀ hisĀ headĀ backĀ againstĀ theĀ ship.Ā HisĀ eyesĀ stayĀ fixedĀ &Ā theĀ daggerĀ remainsĀ firmlyĀ grippedĀ inĀ hisĀ freeĀ hand,Ā butĀ whateverĀ theĀ JotunĀ doesĀ nowĀ isĀ upĀ toĀ himĀ entirely.Ā