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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[sorcerous]

A trait you never minded when it came to Thor!

[brosif]

Thor wasn't setting out to kill his own brother! If you can reign your childishness in to boasts and tantrums, I can seek not to mind it.

[sorcerous]

Boasts and tantrums and genocide.

[brosif]

[She sits firmly, not breaking her gaze, not responding to the – yes, childish — threat.]

You do not believe that any action taken against your brother will truly be successful.

[sorcerous]

[ And only those who know Loki the very best could see the expression that flicks across his face, almost too fast to see.

Of course he doesn't think it will be successful.

He never believed it would be, not truly. Not even when the Bifrost was ripping Jotunnheim apart. When Thor won, Loki greeted it with a sense of -- not relief, perhaps but a sense of the inevitable. ]

Fate will fall where it will.

[brosif]

You make yourself sound powerless. [In that moment, in that look –- how did he let himself become so weak? -- she hates him. The moment passes as soon as it comes, but she does not feel guilty for it. Only angry. Furious, that he would let himself be led along, hurting others for lack of anything else to feel.]

Thor could not kill you. You know that. But I could. If I had to, if you put me in that position. Do not put me in that position.

[sorcerous]

Do you think I planned to live, when I fell from the Bifrost?

[brosif]

You live now. I do not care what your plans were.

[sorcerous]

It was never my plan to stay here. You know this. Thor's arrival has simply given me a push.

[brosif]

Hurting him wouldn't help you leave this place. In fact, it might tie you here further.

[sorcerous]

I have no plans to leave.

[brosif]

You don't plan to stay, you don't plan to leave. It’s good to see that your legendary tactical prowess stands unaffected.

[sorcerous]

No plans to stay in the city. No plans to leave this Realm.

I tire of this.

[brosif]

As do I. You're incapable of listening to anything that I say and I'm incapable of indulging you in your self-destruction.

You meant to die, and yet you live. Some might look at that as a chance to start anew, rather than repeat the same mistakes. That you’re lining up for the latter is ridiculous.

[And the hell if he’s going to be the one to cut off the transmission, this time. Unblinking, she tugs on her pendant, ending the orb. It’s not the most mature thing she’s ever done.]