Loki could only shake his head at Thor's words. As sick as he felt, he also knew that it wasn't right to blame Odin for their own various failings. They had done this, and left Odin with few choices.
And yes, Thor had been foolish. Incredibly so. But Loki had made his own idiotic mistakes, and he knew he was paying for them. He'd mistakenly thought he could rely on their father to protect him.
He'd never make that mistake again.
Loki made a strange sound, his breath bubbling from his nose. He couldn't laugh with his mouth sewn shut, so that was as close as he could get. It was too ridiculous, all of it. Even as more tears squeezed from his eyes he indulged in that odd laugh, because it hurt too much to do anything else. And because he knew it wouldn't be alright. Something had changed; they had crossed some boundary that they hadn't even been aware of with their father, and there would be no going back.
But unable to say those things, the best he could do was nod to the one true thing that Thor had said - that Loki would not be broken by this - and huddle under his brother's cape.
Sif came back quickly. Loki's eyes widened at the sight of the scissors. It was clever of her to think of that, he thought, even as dread turned his stomach over slowly.
He sat up clenching his jaw as tightly as he could, and made his hands into white-knuckled fists, his fingernails cutting into his palms. His breath came rapidly through his nose. But even that preparation couldn't force him to hold still at the first cut. It hurt too much, and there were some reactions that could not be denied because they were too visceral.
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And yes, Thor had been foolish. Incredibly so. But Loki had made his own idiotic mistakes, and he knew he was paying for them. He'd mistakenly thought he could rely on their father to protect him.
He'd never make that mistake again.
Loki made a strange sound, his breath bubbling from his nose. He couldn't laugh with his mouth sewn shut, so that was as close as he could get. It was too ridiculous, all of it. Even as more tears squeezed from his eyes he indulged in that odd laugh, because it hurt too much to do anything else. And because he knew it wouldn't be alright. Something had changed; they had crossed some boundary that they hadn't even been aware of with their father, and there would be no going back.
But unable to say those things, the best he could do was nod to the one true thing that Thor had said - that Loki would not be broken by this - and huddle under his brother's cape.
Sif came back quickly. Loki's eyes widened at the sight of the scissors. It was clever of her to think of that, he thought, even as dread turned his stomach over slowly.
He sat up clenching his jaw as tightly as he could, and made his hands into white-knuckled fists, his fingernails cutting into his palms. His breath came rapidly through his nose. But even that preparation couldn't force him to hold still at the first cut. It hurt too much, and there were some reactions that could not be denied because they were too visceral.