The Ragnarok diaries

The End

I probably shouldn't admit that I spent the next couple of days going over what the hell he might actually have been going to say, or whatever the hell the whole damned encounter actually even meant.

I considered various possible options for what he was going to say, and calculated probability likelihoods for each. Example:
"I want"... hmm, 'to make you scream and bleed and die painfully until I feel slightly better about my thwarted attempt to rule your planet' - seemed quite likely

'I want to have a 3 year relationship with you but then decide that actually I want someone more 'emotionally available' (which seemed to mean even blonder, thinner and less damaged by the death of her mother) - that one seemed relatively unlikely I had to concede.

Also unlikely was the reason he'd given to the Grandmaster, I didn't understand the dynamic between those two, but I didn't believe that Loki had really been about to say what he did - although, knowing (or should I say, not really knowing) Loki, I could have been completely wrong. I gave it a 50-50 odds.

More likely though it was 'I want you to shut up, you drunk cow, because I want a quick fuck and then never see you again while you hopefully die in a stinking prison while I wile away my hours drinking more of this wine and plotting my next evil deeds. And shagging everything in sight". And we have a winner! Fucker.

Oops, I suppose I should have mentioned that by the time I was in Day Two of 'What would Loki Have Said', his brother had arrived. He looked less pleased to be there than I did and apart from a quick exchange of hellos, and oh, are you from Earth and me slightly putting my foot in it by saying sorry to hear Jane had dumped him, we left each other alone to our own thoughts. Well I did, Korg chatted to him. A lot.

Also, I was feeling very much over Gods in general, and possibly slightly sulking that I hadn't heard or seen Loki since the library. Oh, until he had suddenly appeared in front of Thor the day after his arrival.

I was sitting to his right, a little around the curve of the cell wall from him. When he materialised I sat stock still, hoping he wouldn't notice me. Luckily he seemed much more concerned with his brother, who seemed to have as much time for him as I did and was lazily throwing small stones through Loki's body. Something in me relaxed when I realised belatedly he wasn't actually there in person, and so I laughed as Thor managed to get a shot right through Loki's smug head.

Loki heard the sound and for a moment diverted his attention from Thor to me "Oh I see you've met my little pet. Don't let her near the wine whatever you do" he winked. I hefted a large stone though his chest, which made a gratifying clunk as it hit the wall behind him. Loki laughed and disappeared.

"Piss off Ghost!" Korg stomped on Loki's departed shadow.

"So, I see you've met my brother?" Thor asked

"Your brother is..." I stopped, not sure if I should give a frank opinion of his sibling, although to be honest, they didn't seem to have the best relationship either. I was also wishing the English language had a word for 'someone who you would like to simultaneously take you over and over again in all the worse possible ways, while slapping them around the head for being so bloody annoying and being a little afraid they might try and stab you'. I bet the Germans have a word for that...

"Selfish? Charming? Self centred? Capable of great evil? Ambitious? A complete pain in the arse?" he ventured. I laughed and then grew silent.

"Is he the same man he was when he attacked Earth? Is there any capacity for kindness in him?" I asked softly, embarrassed by my question, but unable not to ask it.

Thor bit back a quick retort, and sighed

"I don't know, sometimes I think he regrets the things that he has done, and can care for others, in his own way, but I don't honestly know" I could feel him looking at my curiously, but I avoided his gaze.