[The story shifts once more and Loki with it, letting out a sigh as Narciso cups their face. They are again the placated Loki, happy to merely be in their king's presence.]
Forgive me... I- there are so few things that are truly mine.
[After all, they've had to fight for their very name and identity. But with Narciso here, that's no longer necessary they realize. They're his favorite. The first time they've been anyone's favorite. They allow themselves to be ushered away and enjoy this one moment of bliss.
>You spent a long time with Loki.
Days later, a magpie will make its ways to Narciso's chambers, holding a letter in its beak. It reads:]
My dear king,
How I enjoyed our time together! Not since Morgan Le Fay have I been enchanted so thoroughly, and I've literally dated a woman known as the Enchantress. That said, I do have some complaints.
Don't get your panties all up in a twist (not yet anyhow), I am not here to echo the things you've heard time and time before. I spoke with you with the full intention of letting you have your way, I am so rarely the story's plaything these days. Rather, my concern is for you, my king.
You're so very lonely, aren't you? It saddened me to realize this, though I suspected it from the beginning. When one has powers like yours, it's impossible to know if you are truly loved. If you are even capable of being loved fully. I pity you, that your charm has become second instinct that you still could not turn it off when with a kindred spirit. And why? Because you were afraid. You fear that as you are, no one would ever care for you, let alone lie with you. Perhaps you did not always feel this way, but no doubt it has consumed you by this point in your life.
I know well what it is like to feel unloveable. You begin to trick yourself, you bargain and accept any form of affection you can acquire, whether it is earned or not. And you tell yourself that this is good enough, that this is better even. Real love is so fickle. It cannot be controlled nor contained. It is not everlasting and despite what others might claim, it is never unconditional. A false rose will never die. It will never lose its beauty. Is it not superior in every way to a natural bloom?
I imagine you'll disagree with me on that.
Anyhoo. Lovey dovey stuff is bullshit, but so is charming me to have sex with you. Are you so foolish to think I wouldn't do so of my own free will? We could have much more fun if you stopped being so insecure. You're a king, not a middle schooler. Man up, or you will not have me again. I'm certain you've already realized how much you're missing out on. Perhaps I'll even let you try the old man if you drop this cowardly act of yours.
- Loki
[When he finishes reading the note, the magpie will explode in a burst of blood.]
cw: magic animal death; no response needed just needed to wrap this up for my brain
Forgive me... I- there are so few things that are truly mine.
[After all, they've had to fight for their very name and identity. But with Narciso here, that's no longer necessary they realize. They're his favorite. The first time they've been anyone's favorite. They allow themselves to be ushered away and enjoy this one moment of bliss.
>You spent a long time with Loki.
Days later, a magpie will make its ways to Narciso's chambers, holding a letter in its beak. It reads:]
My dear king,
How I enjoyed our time together! Not since Morgan Le Fay have I been enchanted so thoroughly, and I've literally dated a woman known as the Enchantress. That said, I do have some complaints.
Don't get your panties all up in a twist (not yet anyhow), I am not here to echo the things you've heard time and time before. I spoke with you with the full intention of letting you have your way, I am so rarely the story's plaything these days. Rather, my concern is for you, my king.
You're so very lonely, aren't you? It saddened me to realize this, though I suspected it from the beginning. When one has powers like yours, it's impossible to know if you are truly loved. If you are even capable of being loved fully. I pity you, that your charm has become second instinct that you still could not turn it off when with a kindred spirit. And why? Because you were afraid. You fear that as you are, no one would ever care for you, let alone lie with you. Perhaps you did not always feel this way, but no doubt it has consumed you by this point in your life.
I know well what it is like to feel unloveable. You begin to trick yourself, you bargain and accept any form of affection you can acquire, whether it is earned or not. And you tell yourself that this is good enough, that this is better even. Real love is so fickle. It cannot be controlled nor contained. It is not everlasting and despite what others might claim, it is never unconditional. A false rose will never die. It will never lose its beauty. Is it not superior in every way to a natural bloom?
I imagine you'll disagree with me on that.
Anyhoo. Lovey dovey stuff is bullshit, but so is charming me to have sex with you. Are you so foolish to think I wouldn't do so of my own free will? We could have much more fun if you stopped being so insecure. You're a king, not a middle schooler. Man up, or you will not have me again. I'm certain you've already realized how much you're missing out on. Perhaps I'll even let you try the old man if you drop this cowardly act of yours.
- Loki
[When he finishes reading the note, the magpie will explode in a burst of blood.]