[ hm. loki glances at whoever just arrived. the man in the library. he only knew him in passing, entranced by loki's knowledge and magic. part of him wants to show off a bit more, preen a little but there is an odd joy in the battlelust, a desire to rip something to pieces like he was, like his future was —
no subject
ah, but whose fault is that?
he throttles the thought. ]
I don't particularly care at the moment.