@wildlingking || The Trickster's Gambit
Loki’s brows knit upward, uncertain of the vague meaning in Laufey’s words. The uncertainty ate at him. He stared silently into that scowl for a moment, then looked away, the gloss of tears threatening, but not falling.
"I should not have kept it, should I?" he finally asked, voice soft, but carrying easily in the silent room. "…I should have done as I intended when I first came and asked how to be rid of it. I know all too well what it is to have no place, and what chance will this creature have, heir to less still than that nothing?"
"That is up to it as much as your home was up to you." Laufey replied, in a nearly condemning manner. His eyes did not leave Loki's back as the small jotun turned his back to him. He wonders if he would have helped Loki had that been the request he had put before the king, but it was a moot point now. "Do you truly expect your child to take the same route that you did? If you truly fear that future, you do not have to keep it when you have given birth to it."
















