[ of course they wanted to leave him dead. that comes as no surprise, but instead a myriad of conflicting emotions. some whisper good, no one needs another evil Loki, others weigh upon her in promises of guilt and fury. no one wants you washes fresh over her until she can find the pillar of the All-Father's words that she had heard before she arrived.

then there's Thor, and when he approaches everything seems warm again. she lets out a breath, her shoulders relaxing and chest deflating as he speaks.

she had caused her own Thor countless horrors, but maybe she could find a way to make it up to this one. not her Thor, but ...

her head cocks upward at the urging. ]

Aye, terms accepted. Trust that I've dotted my "i"s and crossed my "t"s. Know I'm doing what I do for the best, and I'll tell you my schemes.

[ the smile on her face twists a little. ]

Maybe more, one day.

[ maybe. ]