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Notes: Connected to demon pact plot here! Also if it isn't obvious, he's lying

[Technically speaking, this is a form of Loki who hasn't appeared yet. For those who know the 616 Loki, they might recognize it as his previous form. Since for the most part, it is! After all, it's the form of a grown up Kid Loki. Speaking of Kid Loki...]

I've something to share with you all that I believe will be of great interest.

[he grins as he continues his little monologue]

It's possible to leave this place. I would know, being the first one to do so.

I understand if you doubt me, as I am the Prince of Lies. But let my appearance prove that I speak the truth. I was here before, in my youth, and I am here before you now.

Enough about me, though, I do hate talking about myself at great length. Plus, everyone wants to know how, yes? So I'll shut up and get to the point.

If you hear a voice whispering in the back of your mind, let it in. Let it speak its piece. If you do, it will grant you escape.

That's all!

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[ The amount of drama this brat has caused is truly impressive, a hurried cabal of all those concerned with his well-being has collected and dispersed, a plan formed in their wake. Thing is, there has been so much talk of Ikol, so much frothing and foaming in the mouths of others about a murderer and an old skin-stealing villain that the effect almost had one very devastating end ("I feel like I'm becoming the bad guy, Billy,") instead of another: namely, this. Memories, returned. Stories he has not cared to remember, a time before his time ("a bird, cawing,") now stirred to the surface as the perspective of his former ego-death assists in navigating those first recollections.

Beginning to end, Loki admits now he remembers all their time together, tailoring some appropriate words out of their past to fit the moment. ]

Power corrupts, and you shall have little of it.

[ He stares at the boy for a long moment, leaning forward over his knees where he blinks, unimpressed at the broadcast. Wearied, but calm. Disappointed instead of angered, but his sympathy is stony. ]

Swallow the lie.

Why don't you?

[It's a very childish response, he knows it is, but he means it fully.]

I shall have little power because otherwise I would be able to stop you. That's it, isn't it? Loki would never choose to be weak, unless there was some purpose to it.

I would think you'd be happy, Ikol. Your story remains yours, doesn't it? I made sure to allow you that.

I changed and I have you to thank for that. Truly, I learned how to grieve because of you, the torment of it was very great and beyond the telling. I was never glad of killing you. Now here you are, glorying in my doom.

Which of us is the worst Loki now, Serrure? Thou hast become cruel in thy mischief.

There was no other way. I killed you before you were anything, so that you would feel no pain, no betrayal.

And I see no glory in that, no cruelty either.

Everything is as you wish, then. A tidy massacre.

Except, [ cocking his head, ] Leah in truth would never wish to be with you, which you know. Thor belongs not in Hel. I understand you hate him for abandoning you to the mob but he is our brother, he does not deserve death for misdeeds of which he repents; this too, you know. Mother could never love you for twisting the narrative so. Odin would have made it so you never smiled of these successes again. I think these are all your nastiest wishes and no more, and you are in a cage of your own construction in humouring them. I ask myself, why?

I was not on your shoulder watching over you, was I? I am sorry for pushing you away. Tell me what has happened.

Leah nearly kissed me! It was Thor who int-

[he breathes out, struggling to keep his story in line.]

We did kiss, that was when we decided... [But wouldn't Surtur have killed them then if Thor wasn't there?] Better to die as... than...

[Yeah, this is why he was perfectly fine not talking to anyone for an hour and a half. Loki clutches at his forehead.]

It was real. It was. I'm not insane. I made it real, same as I made you and Leah. But I wrote a better story this time, for everyone.

What a big, clever Loki you must be.

Did you ask the Dísir to tell you of their time spent as Oathslaves when you tricked them into Mephisto's service? You must have accepted such cruel actions were your fault and wanted to repent, to do penance by hearing how the skin was flayed from their backs to be written upon as letters to Asgard, concubines and conquered. Good for you. What said the rulers of Otherworld when you admitted to your double-double-crossing of their trust, to the destruction of their sites that allowed for their armies to be slain so easily? How nice, to be a pardoned liar. How long did it take for the girl you abandoned at the beginning of time to forgive you? Did Leah speak of her torment alone, did she grieve for her childhood lost in that barren place? Leah of Hel owes you no love, yet you have it. I am all joy for you.

Or, can it be, that you never chased any of your own sins up in this new narrative? Do you even know how to take responsibility, Loki? Because I did for murdering an innocent though I was but the dagger in an old hand, and that alone harried my soul for years.

Congratulations on your swift recovery.

I... She forgave me after I rewrote her- her story. She was never abandoned after that. Never alone. Neither of us were. We were happy and there wasn't any more war. There was peace and no one left me.

[he continues repeating similar things, like he's trying to convince himself more than the other Loki.]

You care for no one but yourself and for none but your own comfort. You are selfish in your craving for love, love which endured long beyond your years though you know it not. Thor in Hel? Thor dead, again? And you speak of all being well? I say it again, you are become a cruel boy!

You are more like him than I ever could be.

I know!

Because I am him, and you are a parasite of an idea that took our place! That's why you're afraid of me! You all are! It's no different from Asgard!

Pity, fear, concern, what difference does it make! Everyone is kind to me because they fear if they are not, I will prove myself to be the Loki they know. I know what they think about me, what everyone has always thought. That I deserve to die. I'll pay for his sins for they are my own. And if I die as good fiction, then I will never change. I will never be more than the innocent Kid Loki. And that's for the best, isn't it? Because if I was allowed to be more, I would be Loki.

But I'm not a child! I am Loki in my own right! I think and feel the same things as the old man. And still... still. No one has ever seen me as myself except for Leah and that's only because I created her!

Yes, you are alone. We are always alone. We are Loki.

I think and feel the same things too, the difference lies in not acting upon them in the easiest, worst way. If you were allowed to be more you would still not care for others, you would still allow no crime to linger in your heart, and you would be the one who sat upon the bones of Midgard and laughed in my face.

Power corrupts, and you shall have little of it.

You do not need to be more, Loki. You already are.

... then why did you leave me too?

When I arrived here, I didn't feel alone. It was the same as when Thor found me. And then... it was the same again.

[Left alone in a new world with occasional check-ups or help whenever he needed it desperately.]