"You are searching for something, I fear." Loki folds his arms across his chest and takes a couple casual steps around Reynard's work--neither toward nor away from him, carefully keeping a radius of distance between them. "For assurance that I will not do what you think I must not do. Or else, perhaps, confirmation that I am what you think I am. I do not know if I can give you either, and I am not sure I wish to."
"I will say, I am also searching, and I don't have much time to find what I seek."
"Reputation has always been both help and hindrance. I will work around it. But humans? Who should I look to, other than them, for worship, for understanding, for anything even resembling sympathy? If belief does create divinity, it is those outcast, frightened, vulnerable creatures on Midgard who first called on me so many centuries ago that truly created this." He gestures to himself as if to illustrate, and it doesn't sound like he's all that enchanted with what he indicates. Loki's self-loathing runs deep, even as, at the same time, he's ravenous to be adored.
"If such is not the case, it is still humans, the ones who believe and tell my tales, that fuel me. Could I cast them aside, let them burn, to ascend or shift beyond recognition to something greater or at least freer? Perhaps. Perhaps even without sorrow or guilt, which is what you no doubt expect to hear. But the result wouldn't be Loki."
"I could be a malevolent alien, if I wished. A cosmic monster. I have seen the forces that knit my universe together." Held them in his hands, no less. And made far less use of them than he could have.
"Without humans, there is no Loki, just as there is no Thor. I do not seek to be that which I am not. If anything, I desire to become more Loki, and survive on that power alone."
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"I will say, I am also searching, and I don't have much time to find what I seek."
"Reputation has always been both help and hindrance. I will work around it. But humans? Who should I look to, other than them, for worship, for understanding, for anything even resembling sympathy? If belief does create divinity, it is those outcast, frightened, vulnerable creatures on Midgard who first called on me so many centuries ago that truly created this." He gestures to himself as if to illustrate, and it doesn't sound like he's all that enchanted with what he indicates. Loki's self-loathing runs deep, even as, at the same time, he's ravenous to be adored.
"If such is not the case, it is still humans, the ones who believe and tell my tales, that fuel me. Could I cast them aside, let them burn, to ascend or shift beyond recognition to something greater or at least freer? Perhaps. Perhaps even without sorrow or guilt, which is what you no doubt expect to hear. But the result wouldn't be Loki."
"I could be a malevolent alien, if I wished. A cosmic monster. I have seen the forces that knit my universe together." Held them in his hands, no less. And made far less use of them than he could have.
"Without humans, there is no Loki, just as there is no Thor. I do not seek to be that which I am not. If anything, I desire to become more Loki, and survive on that power alone."
"Does that answer your question?"