["The resort?" Loki asks, the words clearly foreign to him. Hiyori had been clinging onto some thin thread of hope that it would all come back to him somehow, but this snaps it. This Loki isn't "his" Loki.
He tries to shove down the hurt he feels, even though each new word is a dagger to the chest. None of this is Loki's fault. He'd react in the same baffled way if someone approached him like this. A stranger claiming to know him. Yet thinking of himself as a stranger brings a fresh wave of hurt. Why, it's positively suffocating. But it can't be helped; he'll just have to get over it, just have to—
That last comment startles him. At first he just blinks, not getting it, but then it hits him. Loki just—
Insulted him?
His eyebrows jump, and then furrow. He stares openly, still hurt, still confused, and also shocked. Maybe he shouldn't be; it was just a minor jab, and anyway, didn't Loki imply before that he had some sort of dark past? But Loki has always been so sweet to him, so kind and gentle, tenderly making love to him the last time they saw each other, saying all sorts of heartfelt things. To be treated like some insignificant annoyance, why—it positively rankles.
He's torn about how to respond: whether to bite back or simply leave. This isn't "his" Loki. They may as well be strangers. And yet, he can't just say nothing.]
... the entertainment, huh?
[He repeats the words slowly. There's a pause during which he seems to turn them over in his head.
And then, at last, he shrugs.]
Sure, that sounds fun. I'd love to see Asgard. And I know for a fact that you'd love being a special guest at one of my performances, so very well. If you want me to perform at a feast, I accept your invite! ♪
[He declares that last part boldly, projecting his voice loudly and purposefully playing dumb. Acting like he wasn't just insulted and his hopes weren't just crushed. Rather than get upset, he'll turn the other cheek.]
[As if he isn't already confused enough, it seems like the other man is hurt even before Loki gets the chance to insult him. He can't possibly actually know him if he is surprised that Loki has said something offensive. Needless to say, his curiosity is peaked. It's really the only reason he hasn't just shunned the man and walked away.
But no one talks to Loki like this. No one acts as if they actually want to see him, that they're happy he's there. That is what he saw, wasn't it? And now he's upset that he's wrong? Loki doesn't think he's ever been more confused in his life and it shows in his tone when he replies. As much as he wants it to be sharp, the confusion is clear.]
Well, you don't appear to be the help, you are dressed too nicely for that. And yet you seem to know who I am. I have been known to converse with the entertainment before. I do enjoy a good show.
[Loki frowns fully then. Just who is this man?]
I did not invite you to Asgard or a feast, but I admit you have peaked my curiosity. I think you should explain yourself before that curiosity changes into annoyance and I start to believe you are some sort of spy sent to keep an eye on me.
[Something dangerous glints in Loki's eye, but he makes no threatening move. He just needs to know what's happening here and doesn't know how to ask politely.]
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He tries to shove down the hurt he feels, even though each new word is a dagger to the chest. None of this is Loki's fault. He'd react in the same baffled way if someone approached him like this. A stranger claiming to know him. Yet thinking of himself as a stranger brings a fresh wave of hurt. Why, it's positively suffocating. But it can't be helped; he'll just have to get over it, just have to—
That last comment startles him. At first he just blinks, not getting it, but then it hits him. Loki just—
Insulted him?
His eyebrows jump, and then furrow. He stares openly, still hurt, still confused, and also shocked. Maybe he shouldn't be; it was just a minor jab, and anyway, didn't Loki imply before that he had some sort of dark past? But Loki has always been so sweet to him, so kind and gentle, tenderly making love to him the last time they saw each other, saying all sorts of heartfelt things. To be treated like some insignificant annoyance, why—it positively rankles.
He's torn about how to respond: whether to bite back or simply leave. This isn't "his" Loki. They may as well be strangers. And yet, he can't just say nothing.]
... the entertainment, huh?
[He repeats the words slowly. There's a pause during which he seems to turn them over in his head.
And then, at last, he shrugs.]
Sure, that sounds fun. I'd love to see Asgard. And I know for a fact that you'd love being a special guest at one of my performances, so very well. If you want me to perform at a feast, I accept your invite! ♪
[He declares that last part boldly, projecting his voice loudly and purposefully playing dumb. Acting like he wasn't just insulted and his hopes weren't just crushed. Rather than get upset, he'll turn the other cheek.]
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But no one talks to Loki like this. No one acts as if they actually want to see him, that they're happy he's there. That is what he saw, wasn't it? And now he's upset that he's wrong? Loki doesn't think he's ever been more confused in his life and it shows in his tone when he replies. As much as he wants it to be sharp, the confusion is clear.]
Well, you don't appear to be the help, you are dressed too nicely for that. And yet you seem to know who I am. I have been known to converse with the entertainment before. I do enjoy a good show.
[Loki frowns fully then. Just who is this man?]
I did not invite you to Asgard or a feast, but I admit you have peaked my curiosity. I think you should explain yourself before that curiosity changes into annoyance and I start to believe you are some sort of spy sent to keep an eye on me.
[Something dangerous glints in Loki's eye, but he makes no threatening move. He just needs to know what's happening here and doesn't know how to ask politely.]