Loki nodded. "I can help with that, possibly." He released the staff with his uninjured hand, leaving the bandaged one to maintain contact behind his back, and called a knife from over there: the twin to the one still resting, bloody, on the towels in his room. "Mother gave me this pair when... I don't exactly remember. I think you were off training or in battle for the first time." Certainly he'd been lonely, not used to it yet, and more 'difficult' than usual. Starting to teach him knife-fighting had likely been a sort of sanity-preservation move from Frigga. "I don't know where she got them. A gift, most likely, from Odin or one of her parents."
He flipped the knife in his hand and offered it hilt-first to Thor. "I know Stark won't care, likely you won't either, and the second one stays with me, but... here. Not ancestral, but old enough no Midgardian should care."
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Date: 2018-12-10 09:22 pm (UTC)He flipped the knife in his hand and offered it hilt-first to Thor. "I know Stark won't care, likely you won't either, and the second one stays with me, but... here. Not ancestral, but old enough no Midgardian should care."