[ He looks at this like... going to sleep. Like he will dream, for a time, and perhaps those dreams will be of chains, but eventually he will awaken.
And he will be all the more terrible for the gap.
And Loki smiles. A sick, twisted smile. ]
Oh, Sif. There, you are wrong. You won't miss me.
[ And he laughs. He laughs, half-hysterical, until his breath is gone.
How funny. How funny, because he sees how it will go. How they will all love him -- all his hate burned away, all inconvenience blotted and swept free. How Sif will learn to love him -- from guilt, and from the hopeless, helpless faith that this Loki is the real one, justifying to herself that she has done the right thing.
Oh, Sif.
Oh, Sif, and if he awakens from this slumber with her hand in marriage, he will be unsurprised.
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And he will be all the more terrible for the gap.
And Loki smiles. A sick, twisted smile. ]
Oh, Sif. There, you are wrong. You won't miss me.
[ And he laughs. He laughs, half-hysterical, until his breath is gone.
How funny. How funny, because he sees how it will go. How they will all love him -- all his hate burned away, all inconvenience blotted and swept free. How Sif will learn to love him -- from guilt, and from the hopeless, helpless faith that this Loki is the real one, justifying to herself that she has done the right thing.
Oh, Sif.
Oh, Sif, and if he awakens from this slumber with her hand in marriage, he will be unsurprised.
He may take her pain all the sweeter. ]