Well, he'd already been sunk when Billy had asked the question. Because for all his dissembling, Loki knows precisely what love feels like. It feels like presenting a lady with a spell he'd worked on all night (and caused himself to pass out from once due to accidental asphyxiation) because he just wanted to see her smile - and then seeing that smile, seeing her eyes light up, just for him. And all this, because he hadn't known better, because he'd simply welcomed her in and felt that utter joy.
He knows that feeling. He has wanted it like he hasn't wanted anything else, not even Asgard's throne, because it is the one thing he's encountered in two years of torment, in centuries of feeling like the unnamed outcast, that has made him feel like more than a shadow on the wall that some joker has given a name.
And even though he knew it was a thousand sorts of foolish, he'd gone after it like he'd gone after everything else he ever wanted - with single-minded intensity, playing the long game, playing to win.
And he had won. Or at least started to. It is his again, that feeling, and he can't even think about it so dispassionately when Rogue is within his line of sight. It's a gaping hole in his defenses, and he could not care less, because in some strange way it has made him feel stronger than ever before.
[Action, March 26] I was promised a musical number. >:[
Well, he'd already been sunk when Billy had asked the question. Because for all his dissembling, Loki knows precisely what love feels like. It feels like presenting a lady with a spell he'd worked on all night (and caused himself to pass out from once due to accidental asphyxiation) because he just wanted to see her smile - and then seeing that smile, seeing her eyes light up, just for him. And all this, because he hadn't known better, because he'd simply welcomed her in and felt that utter joy.
He knows that feeling. He has wanted it like he hasn't wanted anything else, not even Asgard's throne, because it is the one thing he's encountered in two years of torment, in centuries of feeling like the unnamed outcast, that has made him feel like more than a shadow on the wall that some joker has given a name.
And even though he knew it was a thousand sorts of foolish, he'd gone after it like he'd gone after everything else he ever wanted - with single-minded intensity, playing the long game, playing to win.
And he had won. Or at least started to. It is his again, that feeling, and he can't even think about it so dispassionately when Rogue is within his line of sight. It's a gaping hole in his defenses, and he could not care less, because in some strange way it has made him feel stronger than ever before.
He sighs quietly,]
Then I suppose your answer is yes.