[ There is nothing this man (man, can he even call him that? An elf by any other name – ) can do that will unsettle Loki. Nothing that will cause him to show any discord on the exterior. Though he will not remain stone-faced as his... companion, he will not betray his own facade. Sarcasm will paint the entirety of his features and that will be that.
Malekith's disdain for him, for anything related to Asgard and, of course, the realm itself, does not go unnoticed. It's easy to see the utter disregard that his roguish demeanor has no sense to hide. It hardly matters to Loki, let him shuffle off any connection to Asgard. There is one that will remain a pillar, a thorn in the side of this wretched elf. And, Loki, he would say, is more than satisfied to take that job upon himself.
Slowly, Loki blinks, his eyes on the horizon and then he is slow to turn his attention to Malekith. It burns him to be spoken to as if he knows nothing. Unlike his kin, and nearly the rest of Asgard itself, Loki holds knowledge of the other realms. Knowledge far more intimate than anyone else (or so he would like to believe). He has traveled between them more times than he can count; he has seen things others have only wished.
Still, carefully, a smile curls up his lips as his head tilts to the side. Malekith's trouble has only just begun. ]
I am certain I shall come to love this rubble and decay just as easily as your heart will open to me. [ Which, is fairly clear in saying he will never enjoy living here and will see fit to make Malekith regret making him come. ]
What is it, exactly, that calls to you? [ He makes a grand, sweeping gesture out to the barren lands. It's so dismal. Boring. Nothing to cause a lick of trouble. ] Do tell– [ Here, Loki gives a deliberate pause. ] husband.
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Malekith's disdain for him, for anything related to Asgard and, of course, the realm itself, does not go unnoticed. It's easy to see the utter disregard that his roguish demeanor has no sense to hide. It hardly matters to Loki, let him shuffle off any connection to Asgard. There is one that will remain a pillar, a thorn in the side of this wretched elf. And, Loki, he would say, is more than satisfied to take that job upon himself.
Slowly, Loki blinks, his eyes on the horizon and then he is slow to turn his attention to Malekith. It burns him to be spoken to as if he knows nothing. Unlike his kin, and nearly the rest of Asgard itself, Loki holds knowledge of the other realms. Knowledge far more intimate than anyone else (or so he would like to believe). He has traveled between them more times than he can count; he has seen things others have only wished.
Still, carefully, a smile curls up his lips as his head tilts to the side. Malekith's trouble has only just begun. ]
I am certain I shall come to love this rubble and decay just as easily as your heart will open to me. [ Which, is fairly clear in saying he will never enjoy living here and will see fit to make Malekith regret making him come. ]
What is it, exactly, that calls to you? [ He makes a grand, sweeping gesture out to the barren lands. It's so dismal. Boring. Nothing to cause a lick of trouble. ] Do tell– [ Here, Loki gives a deliberate pause. ] husband.