Had Loki lived in a time before the war, in a time where opinions were not so harshly colored, his outrage might be significantly less.
But he wasn't. He was born of a time where Frost Giants were known to forsake what may have been a fragile alliance and taken with them the lives of too many honorable Asgardians in the process. He was born of a time where his father was forced to bear the mark of their bitter hatred and savage viciousness. He was born of a time where the Jotun were not friends but enemies, a race who had proven themselves untrustworthy and suspicious, a race no better than the Svartálfar or the Fire Demons of Muspelheim and his own utter disregard for them was not easily put aside.
Her words and the tone with them were well deserved, even if they take him slightly aback. She was right, of course. Loki was raised to behave better than this, to accept even the most unwanted news with grace and dignity and a pragmatism befitting a son of Odin. Another time, her sharp disapproval would have been enough to remind him of his place.
But not this time.
His anger boiled over at the corrections, contorting his expression as he snarled, "Beneath me? This entire proposal is beneath me." It was in no way the correct thing to say, but his fury was too great to think about altering his words as they spilled forward.
"I was raised to be a king, not the excitement of some lowly lord's son!" It's language much too inappropriate to be given in front of any lady of the court, much less his own mother. Any other time, he would have the decency to be ashamed. "The All-Father will not agree to this. He will not allow this deviancy to be seen in his court."
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Date: 2014-01-14 07:12 am (UTC)But he wasn't. He was born of a time where Frost Giants were known to forsake what may have been a fragile alliance and taken with them the lives of too many honorable Asgardians in the process. He was born of a time where his father was forced to bear the mark of their bitter hatred and savage viciousness. He was born of a time where the Jotun were not friends but enemies, a race who had proven themselves untrustworthy and suspicious, a race no better than the Svartálfar or the Fire Demons of Muspelheim and his own utter disregard for them was not easily put aside.
Her words and the tone with them were well deserved, even if they take him slightly aback. She was right, of course. Loki was raised to behave better than this, to accept even the most unwanted news with grace and dignity and a pragmatism befitting a son of Odin. Another time, her sharp disapproval would have been enough to remind him of his place.
But not this time.
His anger boiled over at the corrections, contorting his expression as he snarled, "Beneath me? This entire proposal is beneath me." It was in no way the correct thing to say, but his fury was too great to think about altering his words as they spilled forward.
"I was raised to be a king, not the excitement of some lowly lord's son!" It's language much too inappropriate to be given in front of any lady of the court, much less his own mother. Any other time, he would have the decency to be ashamed. "The All-Father will not agree to this. He will not allow this deviancy to be seen in his court."