There was that L word again. He noted how often it was coming up in this conversation and what he came up with was that it was already a few times too many. Love was simply an illusion. He fully believed that one individual could be happy in relations with another, and made better for it. But that it extended deeper than that he just couldn't see. It wasn't logical.
Not that he was particularly known for always following what was logical. Regardless, as he set the pastry utensil down and Idun searched for some wine, Loki realized he was going to have to help his little sister get down to the meat of the matter so that she could either do something about it or move past it. “Jealousy isn't stupid,” he said and rifled through some more of her utensils. “It's a valid emotion that in order to conquer you have to do something to quench it.”
He knew a thing or two about jealousy. When Sif and he had ceased their... relations so that she could marry Thor a jealous rage burned deep in the pit of his stomach. It had left him so distressed he'd been physically and mentally ill, and completely unable to wish Thor -one of his closest friends, any legitimate congratulations on his nuptials. Instead he let it consume him and look what happened -he sheared off Sif's beautiful hair in order to mark her a cheating whore and even that had been grossly misinterpreted by everyone.
Maybe if he just would have let himself punch a wall or cry or something it wouldn't have been so bad. Instead he cut her hair and ran off to Jotunheim and found himself a wife to try to earn Sif's jealousy. So she could know what it was like to have everything she ate turn to bile the second it passed her lips. Loki had every right to be jealous. Sif was his long before she was ever Thor's and he would have married her if she would have had him.
Sif. It was still a bitter and relatively open wound for him, so as he picked up a wooden spoon and fiddled with it he remembered her warmth... her breath on his neck, the ride of her breasts, the curve of her hips. And now she was Thor's. Loki... had Angrboda. The wooden spoon snapped in half in his hands and jarred him out of his thought process. “Sorry,” he apologized and set the pieces aside.
“Idun, it will eat you alive. I know, I've been down that road,” was still walking down that road was more like it, but that was neither here nor there at the moment. “Why are you jealous of this woman that Bragi is so enamored with?” He sighed and looked at her. “Because it certainly seems like you are jealous.”