lives in their hands or strapped to their backs. They built this place from the ground up, and yet..
Yet he still kept coming back.
.. Maybe it was time he searched again.
There's something.. gnawing at the back of their mind. Something anyone else might forget given enough time. But they never had.
He had checked back there so many times, and every time he looked, the world seemed to change. More and more people appeared with their whole +
Yet so much had changed.
Where there used to be only trees and sunlight peering through the leaves, there is now a small village.
And small though it may be, it is very much lively.
But what about 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙫𝙚?
"Really? Maybe the different circumstances had more of an impact than I expected."
Not to mention that the younger Loki still had a long time left to grow into his role.. whatever that might be, ultimately.
"Now if only his children could see the lies he always tells. But no, +
"Believe me, I'm aware of that. Very aware."
The scarring around their lips was hardly the only proof they had of that.
"He tried to avoid a prophecy and, in doing so, made it happen anyway - perhaps even faster than it already might have. He didn't fear the monsters that +
This hit way too close to home with Circe.
Wayyyy too close to home.
She was careful not to show too many emotions at once when Loki spoke of their children.
"The gods like to toy with mortal lives. And they don't hesitate to do the same with their own kind if it would +
"He found out about Angrboda and I meeting and, more pressingly to him, the 'prophecy' children we had between us. He separates a happy family, casts my wife and children away to where I can't get to them again, and he still gets to be in charge."
"Ruined your life how?" the witch inquired, curious.
She was a bit more relaxed now, her intuition telling her that Loki had thus far been telling the truth about his visit to Aeaea.
She calmly gave her lioness loving scratches behind the ear.
Loki couldn't stop the eyeroll and huff that came from him.
"Figures he mentions the man who ruined my life, but then willingly forgets about me in the process."
...Okay she had to stifle a bit of laughter there.
Heimdall, however kind he had been to her, had indeed appeared as though he was very much full of himself. Much like the other gods she knew of.
"Oh, he did mention Odin. A few times. With something like adoration."