It tells a story, indeed. A people in exile? Perhaps. Given a few years in space, he imagines the Statesman could look like this. That would certainly be a preferable outcome to Thanos' attack.
The Baroness' switch to English catches his attention at once, and he blinks at her mildly, head tilting as if to catch the nuance of the words better. He swears he can feel the resonance of her voice in his chest, deep as it is. Under other circumstances he'd enjoy the sensation.
"Lost kin, he says?" There's a little flare of emotion in Loki's heart that even he can't identify. He's not sure whether he likes that or if what he feels is anger. "Well, I require no further adoptions. But that is a matter for myself and Reynard to discuss, I imagine."
I need no more false fathers, is what he screamed at the Black Order when they called him a Child of Thanos. This is different, but just reminiscent enough to darken his mood.
He shakes his head. "The Nexus is not so simple as friend and foe. Winter's might has forced them to draw together, but they are not all the same beings. When hunger and cold are not paramount in their minds, they're far more interesting, and far more unruly."
"That said, I would not attempt to speak for them. Some think on me fondly, others would rather I were dead, and if I tried to make peace, not all would accept the terms I brought back, and many would laugh in my face. There would be no point."
"But a few of them are mine, and those few I will defend if the need arises."
He folds his hands behind his back, deliberately casual, and shifts his weight side to side lazily, wanting to pace but suspecting too much movement won't go over well. "I had thought to seek you out, at first, I admit. Biologically, I think you are more like my species than most I have met. Perhaps there are cultural parallels, as well. I have not had the chance to learn yet. But I got distracted, you see, searching for myself. And then the battle caught my attention."
"It's as simple as that, I'm afraid. But I stand before you now with no intention either to die or to kill, so we may as well make what we can of this. I will talk, but ultimately I am here to listen."
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The Baroness' switch to English catches his attention at once, and he blinks at her mildly, head tilting as if to catch the nuance of the words better. He swears he can feel the resonance of her voice in his chest, deep as it is. Under other circumstances he'd enjoy the sensation.
"Lost kin, he says?" There's a little flare of emotion in Loki's heart that even he can't identify. He's not sure whether he likes that or if what he feels is anger. "Well, I require no further adoptions. But that is a matter for myself and Reynard to discuss, I imagine."
I need no more false fathers, is what he screamed at the Black Order when they called him a Child of Thanos. This is different, but just reminiscent enough to darken his mood.
He shakes his head. "The Nexus is not so simple as friend and foe. Winter's might has forced them to draw together, but they are not all the same beings. When hunger and cold are not paramount in their minds, they're far more interesting, and far more unruly."
"That said, I would not attempt to speak for them. Some think on me fondly, others would rather I were dead, and if I tried to make peace, not all would accept the terms I brought back, and many would laugh in my face. There would be no point."
"But a few of them are mine, and those few I will defend if the need arises."
He folds his hands behind his back, deliberately casual, and shifts his weight side to side lazily, wanting to pace but suspecting too much movement won't go over well. "I had thought to seek you out, at first, I admit. Biologically, I think you are more like my species than most I have met. Perhaps there are cultural parallels, as well. I have not had the chance to learn yet. But I got distracted, you see, searching for myself. And then the battle caught my attention."
"It's as simple as that, I'm afraid. But I stand before you now with no intention either to die or to kill, so we may as well make what we can of this. I will talk, but ultimately I am here to listen."