❝ blasphemous god? that's a biiit of an oxymoron, wouldn't you say? ❞ the trickster laughs. were the accusation coming from anyone else, he might take offense to it — but she's just a kid, right? it makes him a little more inclined to let the insult slide. ( to a certain degree; the god of mischief has his limits. ) ❝ see, you're just a human. it's not your place to decide what's blasphemous or not. ❞ he's floating as he speaks, in a move that some might consider a display of divine power — a coincidence, really. loki dislikes walking unless he absolutely needs to. he crosses one leg casually over the other as if lounging in an invisible chair, leaning forward just enough to rest his chin atop his knuckles. smirking. unbothered. the very picture of mockery. would this display be considered blasphemous, too? oh, he's ever so curious to know what this kiddo's standards might be. ( since when did human children care so much about that kind of thing, anyway? )
❝ a god decides what's possible or impossible. a god decides what's right and what's wrong. ❞ the trickster continues, peering down as he speaks. his eyes glitter with amusement; loki relishes any opportunity to bask in his own superiority. ❝ a god is the one who makes the rules — as is their divine right. are you beginning to understand now? the only person capable of holding a god accountable is someone already on their level. ❞ and she's certainly nothing of the sort! mortals make mistakes; gods make decisions.
