Eir sighed. She knew he was almost always around. She knew he had plans, and she knew that if anyone would be responsible for bringing Asgard down, it would be him. Funny thing that he’d come to her from all people. She eyed him down, observed. He had come a long way to see her. But she, she was fairly well adjusted there, and surely he knew that.
Apart from the surprise of seeing him once again, she tried to keep herself calm. Loki didn’t visit old acquaintances for nothing. He always had a purpose, and she could sense something was coming.
“Well, it surely is a surprise to see you… alive. What is it that you want with me?”
When faced with the question, Loki thought it best to ask himself the very same thing. ‘What exactly is it you wish with Eir?’ A pensive look crossed his character, and he moved with a slow grace toward the nearest wall; tall, lean frame, leaning against it. Quite often, and without his knowledge, Loki could be seen similarly to a cat.
“Ah yes. My… mishap, shall we say, with Odin allowing me to fall into darkness. What a wonderful gesture my father made.”
The word father is spat with hostility. There is still loathing and resentment with Loki, now. He has no sympathy for Odin. He has no sympathy with the Allfather’s decisions. Still; the God of Deception banishes it from his expression; a warm smile left in it’s place.
“I… believe, that Asgard has done us wrongly. We are victims of a flawed and problematic realm. We have been done wrong, when we deserve what is right.”
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