Loki would call it a woman's soft heart that fed her sorrow in the face of his attachments. He has little time for reminiscing over petty infatuations, no matter how enjoyable they may have been at the time. His nature, which at one time had been said to be as soft and sensitive as his mother's, had hardened with the callouses of his title, of his duties as a prince of Asgard. He was not meant to lose his head to the fancies of romance when there were much more important things to earn his focus and he was young enough that he had considered the complications of matrimony to yet to present itself as an obstacle in his path.
That he is wrong is jarring.
That the choice was never intended to be his own is infuriating.
And had Loki known where his mother's thoughts drifted, he would have answered her flicker of hope with a snarl of his scorn at the very notion that love could be born between two people who had no choice but to suffer the other's company.
"And what is my reality, then?" A sharpness had crept into his voice, his hands falling to his side to clench unconsciously into fists. He felt that this was a less of a suggestion to what his future may hold than something she was revealing to him to already be in motion and it left his anger beginning to simmer, snapping red hot in the pit of his stomach as he tried to maintain his composure. "What vision have you bared witness to regarding the illusion of my free will?"
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Date: 2014-01-09 04:03 am (UTC)That he is wrong is jarring.
That the choice was never intended to be his own is infuriating.
And had Loki known where his mother's thoughts drifted, he would have answered her flicker of hope with a snarl of his scorn at the very notion that love could be born between two people who had no choice but to suffer the other's company.
"And what is my reality, then?" A sharpness had crept into his voice, his hands falling to his side to clench unconsciously into fists. He felt that this was a less of a suggestion to what his future may hold than something she was revealing to him to already be in motion and it left his anger beginning to simmer, snapping red hot in the pit of his stomach as he tried to maintain his composure. "What vision have you bared witness to regarding the illusion of my free will?"