Re: Loki and Hermes and Hermod and Open
Loki bristled. Was this was this was going to be? “Jealous?” He barked back. “What the fuck would make you think I'm jealous? Of your family? I would rather slice my dick off, gouge my eyes out and run metal spikes into my ears than have to put up with your manipulative troll of a mother for any longer than absolutely necessary.” He wasn't sure what irritated him more, Hermod's implications or the fact that the boy had the nerve to slap his hand away.
“If I was ever jealous of anything, anything,” Loki raised his hand gain, pointing a finger into Hermod's chest. If the kid was going to be bold enough to smack his hand, then the kid would get a taste of it being dished back at him. “It was the fact that your father was able to keep his family while each time I tried to build one for myself it got ripped away from me.” Which was, as far as he was concerned, the absolute truth.
Pointing him in the chest one more time, Loki snarled, “Baldr was an asshole, Hermod. A self-righteous, spoiled, bulling asshole. You, like everyone else, were blinded from it. But not me, I was never fooled. I saw him for what he really was.” It wasn't a proper subject to bring up, but Hermod had gone there first and Loki was going to put the kid's mind straight on the issue. “And so did Hod.” He turned away a moment, ran one hand through his hair and brought the bottle to his lips. He was angry. He was really angry. He was also sad and missing Sigyn and terribly wanted to get blindingly drunk. But none of that would bring them back.
“And if you think,” He said rounding back on Odin's son, “for even one second that Hod didn't know what was going to happen when I held his hand, that he wasn't well aware of the consequences, then you do your brother a great disservice.” Loki would never divulge to anyone what had occurred between himself and Hod in the months, weeks and days prior to Baldr's death; it wouldn't fix anything anyway; but it Hod was no fool. “I treated him like he was one of my own. I never cared that he was blind, nor rubbed his nose in it all the time. I watched him grow and I loved him like he was my own son and like he was worth something, which something I can't say his mother did.” Which was, of course, also Hermod's mother.
“Baldr was a bastard, Hermod. I can't say he deserved to die but I'm certainly not sorry that he's gone. Hod knew he was going to die for what he did, he was ready for it. He may have been blind, but he saw far more than any of you ever gave him credit for. But I can tell you what I do know,” there was a stinging behind his eyes that he fought. He would not shed a tear in the presence of one of the Aesir, it would be used to their advantage. However, he had to make this final point clear, “I may have deserved to be stuck on that rock, but my children... my,” his voice cracked, “My sons did not deserve to die.”