Even now the temptation to argue was almost overwhelming. To argue, find some way to make Thor actually listen for once, some way to make him see. But there wasn’t. There never had been. There never would be. Loki sighed. “You know, I actually believed you a little when you said you trusted my judgement. I thought you were an idiot, but it’s the sort of thing one wants to believe. Since you can’t even trust my self-interest, I’m glad it was only a little.”
He’d actually done this to try and get his brother back and instead had broken things off completely. Seemed very much like him, really. “I actually don’t understand at all why you’d assume I’d hang anything on any plan that doesn’t include a chance I’d walk out of it. Why you’d want to think me that stupid and incompetent. But you did and do.” And that hurt. It really did. But Loki kept it out of his expression and tone as best he could. It wasn’t complete, but it was likely good enough.
No sense being sentimental, especially not now. He jerked his head up and forced a businesslike tone. “This is a small enough fishbowl I doubt we’ll be able to avoid each other completely. For my part I’ll do my best to stay out of your way. Enjoy your roses, Thor.”
Without waiting for a response (there wasn’t likely to be one, as he’d been dismissed from notice before saying his goodbyes), Loki dismissed the illusion. In his real body, he slid and dropped off the roof onto his balcony and entered his room.
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Date: 2018-10-24 04:38 am (UTC)He’d actually done this to try and get his brother back and instead had broken things off completely. Seemed very much like him, really. “I actually don’t understand at all why you’d assume I’d hang anything on any plan that doesn’t include a chance I’d walk out of it. Why you’d want to think me that stupid and incompetent. But you did and do.” And that hurt. It really did. But Loki kept it out of his expression and tone as best he could. It wasn’t complete, but it was likely good enough.
No sense being sentimental, especially not now. He jerked his head up and forced a businesslike tone. “This is a small enough fishbowl I doubt we’ll be able to avoid each other completely. For my part I’ll do my best to stay out of your way. Enjoy your roses, Thor.”
Without waiting for a response (there wasn’t likely to be one, as he’d been dismissed from notice before saying his goodbyes), Loki dismissed the illusion. In his real body, he slid and dropped off the roof onto his balcony and entered his room.