[As Loki stalks the hallway of the second floor, he feels like he’s living his best life. He hasn’t felt this strong, this powerful in so long. Perhaps ever. He rules this land, he finally rules this land. He’s got everything he’s always desired.
Oh really? Is this all you’ve desired?
Loki growls to himself as the voice inside his head continues to ramble, like he doesn’t truly believe he deserves to rule. He wants to throttle that voice. Or anyone he comes across, if it makes that annoying voice stop already.
As if on cue, Loki sees a familiar head of blond hair entering one of the rooms. Familiar, but only in the vaguest of terms, only in terms that blasted inner voice would recognize. Silently, he follows Lestat into the room and stands in the shadow and watches his outburst with a mixture of curiosity and a rage he cannot understand.]
And just who do you think you are, throwing things around my land.
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Oh really? Is this all you’ve desired?
Loki growls to himself as the voice inside his head continues to ramble, like he doesn’t truly believe he deserves to rule. He wants to throttle that voice. Or anyone he comes across, if it makes that annoying voice stop already.
As if on cue, Loki sees a familiar head of blond hair entering one of the rooms. Familiar, but only in the vaguest of terms, only in terms that blasted inner voice would recognize. Silently, he follows Lestat into the room and stands in the shadow and watches his outburst with a mixture of curiosity and a rage he cannot understand.]
And just who do you think you are, throwing things around my land.