ORB: 10 of Rebirth's Height

[sorcerous]

[ See Loki. See Loki in a nature-esque background that's fairly rocky, a bit hilly, but also very generic. Could be anywhere. Could totally be a place that is not on a mountainside where one would go and seek some dragons.

See Loki's horse, dappled and dark and very skittish, at the moment. He cuts a regal figure on her, straight-backed, strong; he handles her skittish movement with an easy hand. ]

My brother -- Thor -- has arrived. I suppose you will greet him, Sif, if you have not already. To you, and to the rest who fancy themselves heroes: know that I will be watching your moves with great interest.

But I no longer count myself among you.

[ This is the closest Loki will get, at this moment, to a declaration of villainy.

ooc: I cannot stress enough that Loki is being a douchebag and is wrong about basically everything. ]

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[halfwitch]

[Oh you're going to break her heart.] What?

[sorcerous]

A lie to myself, above all. I thought what I had done would not follow me, but it has. My brother is here. So is his beloved companion.

[halfwitch]

Just because your brother's here doesn't mean you have to be a monster or anything. It doesn't mean you were wrong about being nice.

[sorcerous]

It does.

I killed him, you see, and when he drew his last breath, I felt ... nothing. I felt nothing.

I can only be rid of this once I kill him again.

[halfwitch]

[She stills, eyes wide.]

You killed your brother?

[sorcerous]

With a single blow.

[halfwitch]

Why?

[sorcerous]

Because that was my only chance.

[halfwitch]

So you had to right? You did it cause you had to.

[sorcerous]

And it left me damned.

[halfwitch]

But you can't help it if you had to. That doesn't make you bad, just the situation.

[sorcerous]

And that I did so in treachery? That I had woven a scheme of lies to keep myself on the throne, and to prove -- to prove -- that I could hold it? That I had found a way to stop war forever, and slaughter everything of my--

[ Everything of my own kind. ]

-- of another kind?

[halfwitch]

[Gretel's mouth snaps shut. She doesn't know the answers to that, or what to say to fix it -or really, if this is something she can fix. She suspects she can't, and the more she hears the more she wavers on whether he was in the right or not. All she knows is that he was nice, as nice as the others she had met here, and that had went against all she believed about adults being cruel, stupid beings. She didn't want to be proven right again and have someone nice turn out a monster.

She keeps the feed going but looks down and away from him, biting her lip to keep from saying the wrong thing.]

[sorcerous]

Even a monster may love a child.

[halfwitch]

Really?

[sorcerous]

I have had children -- hundreds. Most are dead. I loved every one, whether they were at a distance or in my arms.

[halfwitch]

[Tiniest of smiles.] See? You are nice.

[sorcerous]

If he is here, there is only one choice for me, and that is -- sabotage. Monstrosity.

[halfwitch]

There has to be something else for you other than going bad.

[sorcerous]

It's too late for that.

[halfwitch]

Just don't get hurt, okay? If you go bad, people might try to hurt you. So try not to get hurt.

[sorcerous]

I will defend myself.

[halfwitch]

Good. Take care, Mr. Loki.