Ghost can hear him somehow, he thinks, based on that reaction. He can spare no look of pity or word of reassurance, his focus never straying from the Baroness, his smile unfaltering. He would spare the little robot torture, if indeed these beings are the type to even bother with such a thing, but 'don't damage the goods' may be the best he can do.
He almost twitches at the rap of the spear on the floor, but doesn't quite. A bit too much like Gungnir, but he is not now beholden to that courtly nicety. The parallel, though--that's not entirely pleasant to consider. Especially when the Vandal returns with Blaze's head on a pike, effectively. Loki's expression sobers, but he doesn't flinch. Would the Aesir have made an example of their enemies like this, far far back in time? It would take Hela to answer that question.
Loki catches the entire thing, then bows, lower this time, sensing this trophy is hard to let go. His heart twists a little in his chest at the thought of the skulls outside the barrows here. Were he in a strong position to bargain, he would demand them, as well, for burial. He probably carried some of the corpses that they were attached to.
(And now I am to go to the Nexus proper, with a hero's head on a pike. This really is going to be a spectacular psychodrama. He tells himself, eyeing the hole.)
"Back to front," he says softly. "How peculiar."
He doesn't know Blaze well, but he imagines she is not the type to turn her back on enemies, and the Eliksni don't seem the type to shoot an enemy point-blank, execution-style, from the back. Could this have been a trap? Friendly fire?
That's not a nice thought. Who in the Nexus would do such a thing?
He catches the little flare from Ghost out of the corner of his eye, but doesn't dare look at him, unwilling to draw attention his way. "When the storm ends," he tells the Baroness. "I will do so. And I will return to you with their answer."
He smirks. "Mind you, they may also wish return to you with their answer, but I'll try to pre-empt any foolishness on their part."
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He almost twitches at the rap of the spear on the floor, but doesn't quite. A bit too much like Gungnir, but he is not now beholden to that courtly nicety. The parallel, though--that's not entirely pleasant to consider. Especially when the Vandal returns with Blaze's head on a pike, effectively. Loki's expression sobers, but he doesn't flinch. Would the Aesir have made an example of their enemies like this, far far back in time? It would take Hela to answer that question.
Loki catches the entire thing, then bows, lower this time, sensing this trophy is hard to let go. His heart twists a little in his chest at the thought of the skulls outside the barrows here. Were he in a strong position to bargain, he would demand them, as well, for burial. He probably carried some of the corpses that they were attached to.
(And now I am to go to the Nexus proper, with a hero's head on a pike. This really is going to be a spectacular psychodrama. He tells himself, eyeing the hole.)
"Back to front," he says softly. "How peculiar."
He doesn't know Blaze well, but he imagines she is not the type to turn her back on enemies, and the Eliksni don't seem the type to shoot an enemy point-blank, execution-style, from the back. Could this have been a trap? Friendly fire?
That's not a nice thought. Who in the Nexus would do such a thing?
He catches the little flare from Ghost out of the corner of his eye, but doesn't dare look at him, unwilling to draw attention his way. "When the storm ends," he tells the Baroness. "I will do so. And I will return to you with their answer."
He smirks. "Mind you, they may also wish return to you with their answer, but I'll try to pre-empt any foolishness on their part."