X. R E A L I Z E

“Oh, well isn’t that a relief–”
        Loki retorted in his usual frigid and sarcastically-laced tone as a smirk curled against the edge of his lips.
“–Because, for a mere moment, I thought you had not realised just who’s , or what’s, presence you had been graced with.”

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“As horrible as myself, Lady Harleen?–”

         Loki’s amusement, or rather what lingered of it, seemed to drain away as she spoke and all that remained was his  c o l d, leering gaze locked upon Harleen’s face, trying to pry into her emotions and find purchase upon her.

“–And who informed you of my monsterous acts? Have you been listening to the  l i e s  of my dear brother, Thor?”

Harley tilted her head back. “Who…?”

Her eyes widened in terror as stepped away from him, his disturbing gaze causing her insides to shift around. 

Curse this bastard and his demeaning stare.

“Thor–”
     He repeated in almost d i s b e l i e f at her question. Had the mortal, Lady Harleen, truly not heard of his brother Thor Odinson? If not, that simply made his task at hand easier – His side of the story only carried more weight.
                                   More potential.

“–He is my brother but also of a divine status;and he is the creature that drove me to  m a d n e s s.”
                                                          It was a lie. A filthy lie.

“Guess all madness comes from somewhere, huh?” She asked shakily.

   Good God, what had his brother done to him? Was he the source of what caused Loki to have such a frightning demeanor?

  Poor thing. 

Her words, the statement, she spoke seemed to draw Loki into a brief state of pure, t h o u g h t f u l, silence as he regarded her with a flicker of honest sentiment.
               For a mortal that quaked before him, she had a wise brain concealed behind her misdirecting guise. Something Loki would perhaps praise her for had the situation been a little different.

“—Surprisingly correct, Lady Harleen.  Madness is born from somewhere; it rarely surfaces without a contributing factor. Madness is achieved through distortion of the mind.”

A simple exhale out and Loki’s expression seemed to change from the thoughtful mask to something more familiar; more unyielding and frozen.

 “Madness is achieved by manipulating a person into a different c r e a t u r e. “