She couldn't answer him immediately, her fingers once more knitting themselves together, finding her with them pressed flat against her chest over her heart. As she simply gazed at him; taking him in for all he was, at once.
All that he was now. All that he thought he was ever born, and destined, to be.
How much of it was about to be destroyed?
Nothing will be the same, after this, came the evil thought, tempting her into freezing her tongue.
How many ages had she waited for this chance? Come what may, no matter what, she would always feel better knowing it came at a time and circumstance at least partially under her control, rather than Loki or Thor somehow accidentally finding out on their own. And no matter her husband's assurances, that was always what she feared.
She had come this far. It was too late to turn back now. She had to be steadfast in her convictions, the way she always tried to be.
"The truth...that you were not born on Asgard, Loki," she told him, voice matching his own. She felt a weight leaving her body as she at last exorcised this secret, and yet it left her even more exhausted all the same. "That though you are our son, and always will be, we did not come by you in the conventional way."
She moved towards him, wanting to be close enough to reach out to him when the dam broke. "Your father...in the aftermath of that last battle, on Jotunheim, he found a baby left behind in the ruins of the temple. Laufey's son. Left there, presumably, to die; left there, as fate would have it, for him to find. That was you, Loki."
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Date: 2014-01-16 06:07 am (UTC)All that he was now. All that he thought he was ever born, and destined, to be.
How much of it was about to be destroyed?
Nothing will be the same, after this, came the evil thought, tempting her into freezing her tongue.
How many ages had she waited for this chance? Come what may, no matter what, she would always feel better knowing it came at a time and circumstance at least partially under her control, rather than Loki or Thor somehow accidentally finding out on their own. And no matter her husband's assurances, that was always what she feared.
She had come this far. It was too late to turn back now. She had to be steadfast in her convictions, the way she always tried to be.
"The truth...that you were not born on Asgard, Loki," she told him, voice matching his own. She felt a weight leaving her body as she at last exorcised this secret, and yet it left her even more exhausted all the same. "That though you are our son, and always will be, we did not come by you in the conventional way."
She moved towards him, wanting to be close enough to reach out to him when the dam broke. "Your father...in the aftermath of that last battle, on Jotunheim, he found a baby left behind in the ruins of the temple. Laufey's son. Left there, presumably, to die; left there, as fate would have it, for him to find. That was you, Loki."