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“ You do understand me! ” The Jotun man lights up, offering a fanged grin that quickly shifts into a confused sort of a frown. Why are they so afraid?
“ I am not going to hurt you. " A quieter, more gentle voice. Perhaps - perhaps … if this Asgardian ( Are they Asgardian? They seem Asgardian, yet the tiny voice in Vin’s mind, and the scent in their nose tells them otherwise. ) If this Asgardian had only met the soldiers of Jotunheim, he would be cautious too. They could be cruel - the entire royal line was cruel, and they encouraged it in their minions, and governments. Many who did not agree had fallen victim to their cruelty.
” You are hurt, Loki. If you will not let me help you, then please help yourself. I will give you supplies if you have none. “ A compromise - it does not matter how it happens, but the little one needs healed. And then he offers something which, to his own mind, is much more valuable - information.
” You’ve met nothing but warriors, have you? The army and the guards. Or have you met a Jotun at all? You smell like us. “ He sniffs once, and tilts his head, curious. ” Did they hurt you here? Is that why you have crashed? Oh - hm - “ He had forgotten he was supposed to be giving information. The little one is too curious, and he likes to understand things.
” I’m sorry. The guards are cruel to all of us. You’ll find more kindness in the gutter. Amongst the poor. “ The little one seems to not trust him. ” … I will leave, if I must and leave my supplies with you. Will you heal yourself, then? “
What does Loki know of the political clement of Jotunhiem ? what did Loki really know of Jotunhiem altogether ? Nothing but stories. Stories meant to inspire fear & loathing in the hearts of young Asgardians. Stories that served their purpose well enough, if not obvious by the fear & aversion Loki still yet felt even in the knowing that these were his own people. He was one of them. Or he had been ━ before Odin’s interference. Now he supposes he's some type of mystical hybrid ━ not truly Asgardian & yet never able to go back to being Jotun. As if he was any excuse for a Jotun in the first place. Its a strange state to exist within. Never here nor there.
He hadn’t ever really met other Jotun. Laufey & his court, briefly. That man who was suppose to be his father. Every bit as cold & dark as the realm he ruled. It was hard to ever imagine him as such, but then he supposed that wasn’t for him ever to imagine. It simply hadn’t been allowed, it simply never would have been. As far as Laufey was concerned Loki should have been dead & it were a tragedy that he had ever lived. So why then would any of them want to offer him kindness ?
❝ Why ? . . . Why would you want to help me. What could you possibly gain by this -- You haven't any idea who I am -- ? ❞ He thinks he's a decent enough judge of character to know that this man means him no harm, which only further compounds his confusion & leaves him to fear it as clever, elaborate trick of some kind, though that still made no sense.
He’s becoming exhausted with himself, the pain in his chest only pushing him further into hopeless defeat. Instead of questioning anymore he simply leans his head back against the ship. His eyes stay fixed & the dagger remains firmly gripped in his free hand, but whatever the Jotun does now is up to him entirely.