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Loki (fiorvalr) wrote in noexits,

SMOL CUBED
"I know. You're right. You are. I did lie. But ... that's what I do, Julia. I lie. Not about everything. And not all the time. But I do lie."

Goddess of Mischief. Goddess of Lies, according to some people. Loki had never liked that second title. It always felt so negative. So antagonistic. She lied. But she wasn't in control of all lies. Lies didn't come from her. It wasn't the gift she brought to Eaarth. Mischief. Trouble. That was her gift. That was her prerogative.

"Would you like an apology? I could give you one, but what would that change? You might not even believe it." Loki took a step forward, closing the gap between them. "I wish I could explain this in a way you would understand. But my feelings for you are real. They always have been. I think, in many ways, I've been waiting for someone like you my entire life. We just keep missing each other. Our timing is really off."

She touched Julia's shoulder. Gently. Two fingers trailing along the bony ridge. "Everything might be different tomorrow. This might not exist anymore. We might not exist. Not like this anyway. But if it does live on ... We could be different in this world. I could still be Idunn to you."