Re: But he was my trouble.
Loki wouldn't put it past her. Fine. He'd give the benevolent goddess the benefit of the doubt even though she would never grant him such a blessing. "What?" Loki demanded, flabbergasted. "The 'old Loki'?" His mouth hung open for a few moments and his eyes searched the room while his brain reeled. "You know she is the daughter of Fandral, right?" One of Loki's personal tormentors. Or, attempted, rather. "I did not throw her to the wolves. Clearly, I am in love with her." Thor's logic was lacking. "You're a dry well, brother. I'm going to speak to my beloved on the matter of the queen," Loki announced. He turned on his large boot heel and took long strides to avoid any further eye contact with his idiot brother. In the throne room, a rather large book had risen to hover over Thor's head, as their conversation progressed, and it finally fell.