[Husband - the word alone draws a terse line across Malekith's face, his brow tightening, his lips settling into a characteristic frown. It goes unspoken, unacknowledged, but it is a truth slapped into Malekith's face: they are two forces, neither of which willing to bow to the other. This Asgardian, with his nature so haughty... But could Malekith expect any less? The answer was in the analysis - Asgardian. Too arrogant for their own good, too commanding-
And upon his own realm. It insults Malekith.
There are worse ways to incite his fury, though, and it is only in roiling irritation that Malekith turns to step away from the window. It is a slow pace he uses - not unusual - but one that lacks a purpose greater than removing him from Loki's immediate presence. It offers a moment of deep silence, a moment where Malekith can look across the room. The barest of comforts occupy it - furnishings of ancient wood, tapestries woven telling of Svartalfar greatness... Like the city, it is unmeant to live in.
Still, it is in his turning from Loki that Malekith seeks words. Power. That would be the easiest answer, though the one requiring most explanation. We move to avoid the eyes of Asgard - that would also be satisfactory.]
Svartalfheim is a volatile realm, despite all appearances. It requires a constant surveillance to ensure that... events do not go unaccounted for. [Let Loki have his fun figuring out the meaning of Malekith's emphasis - he continues on without explanation.]
As Lord of the Realm, I have responsibilities to maintain. [The same responsibilities to tend to. To Malekith, his title is merely the approval from Asgard to keep at it, approval that he never sought.] It is also my duty, and in my best interests, to establish the rules you will maintain while upon this realm.
I will tolerate no acts of instigation, be it in foolery or aggression. Do not test me, for I have no patience for the brash arrogance that courses through the blood of your people. When the ships are anchored, I care not what you do with your time, but for your well-being- [Ha.] -and that of my brethren, you will keep to your quarters when we are in flight. An Ark- [And with this, Malekith turns to face Loki, and the window, once more, his attention focused upon the horizon where the mentioned ships lay.] -is capable of travel beyond the sky. I will not see you jeopardize its flight and until you are familiar with its interior, you will stay safe.
[There's a lot Malekith could say, its obvious, but for the moment, he peters off. Priorities, what is most important to state…]
... You will wield nor wear iron in any form. I know not what came among your possessions, but anything of iron... you will keep private.
no subject
And upon his own realm. It insults Malekith.
There are worse ways to incite his fury, though, and it is only in roiling irritation that Malekith turns to step away from the window. It is a slow pace he uses - not unusual - but one that lacks a purpose greater than removing him from Loki's immediate presence. It offers a moment of deep silence, a moment where Malekith can look across the room. The barest of comforts occupy it - furnishings of ancient wood, tapestries woven telling of Svartalfar greatness... Like the city, it is unmeant to live in.
Still, it is in his turning from Loki that Malekith seeks words. Power. That would be the easiest answer, though the one requiring most explanation. We move to avoid the eyes of Asgard - that would also be satisfactory.]
Svartalfheim is a volatile realm, despite all appearances. It requires a constant surveillance to ensure that... events do not go unaccounted for. [Let Loki have his fun figuring out the meaning of Malekith's emphasis - he continues on without explanation.]
As Lord of the Realm, I have responsibilities to maintain. [The same responsibilities to tend to. To Malekith, his title is merely the approval from Asgard to keep at it, approval that he never sought.] It is also my duty, and in my best interests, to establish the rules you will maintain while upon this realm.
I will tolerate no acts of instigation, be it in foolery or aggression. Do not test me, for I have no patience for the brash arrogance that courses through the blood of your people. When the ships are anchored, I care not what you do with your time, but for your well-being- [Ha.] -and that of my brethren, you will keep to your quarters when we are in flight. An Ark- [And with this, Malekith turns to face Loki, and the window, once more, his attention focused upon the horizon where the mentioned ships lay.] -is capable of travel beyond the sky. I will not see you jeopardize its flight and until you are familiar with its interior, you will stay safe.
[There's a lot Malekith could say, its obvious, but for the moment, he peters off. Priorities, what is most important to state…]
... You will wield nor wear iron in any form. I know not what came among your possessions, but anything of iron... you will keep private.