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[hevenly]

AngelA

Today 12:42 PM

Hey Angela, can you do me a favor?

Nothing is for nothing.
Everything has its price.

OK.... What's your price?

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[thecoolerloki]

He was the God of Evil, and threatened the Nine Realms time and time again. Before his death, he plotted the destruction of Asgard and that is why so many of our people resented my reincarnation.

And he is the one who created both myself and the other Loki. The reason Loki was forced to kill me and take my place.

[hevenly]

[ She nods her understanding, taking another sip of her drink as she thinks about the possible implications. ]

Do you hate him? Have you become the thing you hate? Or the thing you fear?

[thecoolerloki]

I've always feared growing older. It was only here, when I met an older Leah, that I thought...

[His face scrunches up, hating the sound of this voice speaking affectionately about her.]

Regardless, you get the idea.

[hevenly]

[ She doesn't finish his thought, though she knows the words that were left unsaid.

Instead, she just nods, coming to suspect what forces might be at play here. ]

There may be a larger lesson to be learned, in this. In Ryslig— In the realm which trapped me before I arrived here— we were often tortured and twisted, bringing up parts of ourselves and our pasts which we hated and feared. Made to act against our nature. Often it was without rhyme or reason, but not without teaching us something greater about ourselves.

[thecoolerloki]

[He lets out the MOST dramatic sigh.]

Have I not had enough lessons about myself? I know myself plenty at this point!

[hevenly]

[ She can't help but smile at the sight of a fully grown Loki sighing like a beleaguered teen. ]

I am older than you— older than all of you. And if I have learned anything in my many years, it is that one is never done learning lessons about themselves.

[thecoolerloki]

I am done! I died! That should be the end of all lessons!

[hevenly]

We have died. Yet we persist still.

[ Lokis don't have the market cornered on deaths. ]

[thecoolerloki]

Some of us stay dead, sister.

[hevenly]

[ Her demeanor softens, and she reaches out to touch his cheek (a gesture which feels a little silly with him currently in this older body, but she does it nonetheless). ]

You live so long as you are here. So keep your mind here.

[thecoolerloki]

[He turns away because this is weird and also he’s just generally not used to gentle touches.]

That’s the issue, isn’t it. Keeping my mind. Already I can feel it shifting, getting used to this role.

[hevenly]

[ Angela frowns, but she lets him pull away. ]

You must'nt let it. You must fight to keep a hold on who you are. I know something of what it is like to suffer unwanted changes in one's psyche. You must be strong, and resist.

[ She wants so dearly to help him. Clearly, he is troubled by what he has undergone. ]

You say you cannot change your form to what it ought to be. Can you change it into something else? Anything that would provide respite to your mind.

[thecoolerloki]

So far nothing has worked. Whether it’s shifting or illusions. I suppose I haven’t-

[And then Angela has Lady Loki sitting on her couch, Sif body and all.]

Not like this is any better.

[hevenly]

[ Angela leans back slightly at the change, having not seen this version of Loki before. ]

Mm. No, this is not ideal.

[thecoolerloki]

[Loki shifts back soon after. Sadly not even big comic book boobies are enough to cheer him up in times like these.]

... I am glad you never knew us like this.