[ It's an uncomfortable experience when logical suggestions fail to provide any sort of emotional buoy and Loki is left to pick up the wreckage himself. He's not very good at it, even now after months spent in the company of someone like Dick Grayson who radiates empathy, every angle Loki thinks of spinning on Nico's grief feels like the coldest comfort possible, a Jotnar outlook that he would rather not own. He's the trickster and the puzzle-master, but lies won't fool Nico when the boy is so immersed on his grief; at least Loki can relate to how that feels.
Silvertongue bears little fruitful weight here at a sad child's bedside. That's for the best, he recognises, because Loki isn't the one who needs to talk right now. ]
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Silvertongue bears little fruitful weight here at a sad child's bedside. That's for the best, he recognises, because Loki isn't the one who needs to talk right now. ]
What was she like, your sister?