Loki | MCU (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} subtletrick) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2013-01-27 01:49:00 |
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What? Talky & feels & etc.
Where? Aislinn's nursery
When? Late tonight. Like 3am or something weird like that.
Why? Because it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Rating: Lowish. Angst is probably the worst thing. Maybe random morbidness because this is Loki.
The situation with Dark was a puzzling and alarming one. Loki was not entirely certain what to do about it. The man - boy, now, changed in shape but still the same vibes; the energy he gave off was unmistakeable - claimed he was going to 'be good'. Loki of all people could not hope to argue against that sort of logic - if Dark truly wished to change, Loki knew he should, by all rights, be the first in line to offer him a chance at redemption. To offer whatever assistance he could to keep him on the path that led to anything other than the horrors he'd committed before.
But the memory of being bound and altered, being a slave to the whims of a cold being of power, in exchange for a false peace he had always thought he wanted, which was nothing more than the absence of everything that made him Loki... the memory of all of that made it more difficult to believe that Dark had any intentino of changing. He wanted to believe it. He just was not sure he could.
Dark's warning that they would stay away as long as he did not call to them made him even more wary; how was he to know what it would take to call them? He could be calling them with his every move without knowing he was doing it. Dark's powers operated under a different pattern than he was used to.
And Dark still had power over Loki - even after he had believed himself to be free.
It was that which grated the most. If Dark truly wished for redemption, if he truly intended to be good, than why was he hiding? Why was he not allowing Loki to speak his name? He had tried, alone - Darcy was not nearby, no one was there, and he still could not say Dark is here, could not use the word except in a literal context. His words simply disappeared. He had been angry, and as much as he hated to admit it he was afraid. Someone with power like that over him... it was not a good thing. It was not ever going to be a good thing, let alone something he could accept.
He was not able to rest, thinking about it. It kept returning to his mind, left him lying awake next to Darcy, his body curled around her sleeping form, but restless. There was a steady hum of anxiety there, under everything - it did not come from within himself, or at least not initially. It's source was somewhere else, and it was bleeding through the cracks in his armor. He was restless, and he felt as if he were lying to Darcy by not telling her. It did not really matter that lying was typically something he was remarkably good at. It also did not seem to matter that he could not do anything else. It still felt wrong, twisted in his stomach like something living.
He was gone from the bed - from the room, from the house - before he really had a chance to think about it. He needed to ...do something. Something productive. Something to make sure everyone was still all right, that his stupid weakness had not yet imperiled everyone he cared for. He still did not wish to leave Darcy alone for very long, though - if she were to wake up and find him gone, he would feel horrible. Leaving her behind was not his intention.
He would check quickly, then. A quick touch of his magic had him skipping through each person's home in turn, a brief moment to make sure everything was all right and then he was gone, moving on.