You are Loki. You are Thor’s brother and Frigga’s joy. You are Odinson, still.

[It would be kinder – to both Loki and herself – to strike him down right now. She had no taste for battle that occurred outside the realm of the physical. She had no desire to torture, or to draw things out. She did not want to turn on a friend, lost though he was.

But they weren’t the only two people in the world. She could pretend, for a moment, that they were. But the moment would pass, as all do. Taking a breath, she lowered her sword.]

Loki. I -- [She what? She comes closer to him, reaching a hand out hesitantly.]

I honestly apologize. It would seem that I lied to you earlier. It wasn't my intention.