Now I know it wasn’t power I coveted. It was acceptance.

I’m not speaking to you through mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; as if we’d pass through the grave and stood at God’s feet equal – as we are.

So, you’re leaving. It must’ve been a hard decision.

“I knew from the moment I saw you, from our first conversation about dielectric polarization, that you would be in my life for a long time. But I didn’t know that you would be my life, my heart, my home.” (x)

We have a saying in Asgard. “Where there are wolf’s ears, wolf’s teeth are near.” It means to be aware of your surroundings. Which is absurd, because my people are, by nature, gullible fools. A trait that I, the God of Mischief, exploited time and time again simply by listening. My teeth were sharp, but my ears even sharper. You remind me of them. The Time Variance Authority and the Gods of Asgard, one and the same. Drunk with power, blinded to the truth. Those you underestimate will devour you. You underestimate me, just as you underestimate this lesser Loki. Which is why you walk into one wolf’s mouth after another.