'tis the first promise ever I made to her, that I would not lie. [And he knew that was the price of having that relationship at all. He'd been glad to pay it. But the price has apparently expanded, and it's perhaps not anyone's fault as such. He's been trying, but it seems not hard enough.
Ah, the familiar sensation of failing to meet expectations. He'd thought he was done with that.
Loki manages a faint grimace, but he did mention it, so might as well just have it all out. Lay that last humiliation properly in the lineup of failures. And he just feels tired about it all now, fatigued beyond measure, as if this is now all inevitable and useless to fight.]
I was all right until the draft. That's why I thought... doesn't matter. [That's why he'd thought that it would be enough to just stay focused on Rogue and try to ignore the rest while he worked on a more permanent solution.] But after I came back from death, I simply...
[It's kind of hilarious, that this is what he's having the hardest time admitting. But it's something so basic and just humiliating.] I haven't been able to do my duty to her. [...he'd better clarify that, since terminology seems to have changed. Even more embarrassing. This is the one time he'd much rather be cute and use a euphemism.] I've had no interest in sex, as such. I'm just too... I'm too bloody tired.
[Now that is a pathetic excuse. While he can survive quite easily without sex, when it's there to be had he tends to take it with sheer, single-minded physicality, one of the few fundamental things he's had in common with the true Asgardians. Tired shouldn't really play into it. Hel, mortally wounded has barely stopped him in the past.]
I thought, a few days ago, that I might be recovering from this... ridiculous melancholy. I felt like kissing a bit. [And that had seemed to make Rogue happy. That had been a nice evening. He'd nearly felt normal. Then he laughs, sharply.] A bit too much, it would seem.
[Action, June 24]
Ah, the familiar sensation of failing to meet expectations. He'd thought he was done with that.
Loki manages a faint grimace, but he did mention it, so might as well just have it all out. Lay that last humiliation properly in the lineup of failures. And he just feels tired about it all now, fatigued beyond measure, as if this is now all inevitable and useless to fight.]
I was all right until the draft. That's why I thought... doesn't matter. [That's why he'd thought that it would be enough to just stay focused on Rogue and try to ignore the rest while he worked on a more permanent solution.] But after I came back from death, I simply...
[It's kind of hilarious, that this is what he's having the hardest time admitting. But it's something so basic and just humiliating.] I haven't been able to do my duty to her. [...he'd better clarify that, since terminology seems to have changed. Even more embarrassing. This is the one time he'd much rather be cute and use a euphemism.] I've had no interest in sex, as such. I'm just too... I'm too bloody tired.
[Now that is a pathetic excuse. While he can survive quite easily without sex, when it's there to be had he tends to take it with sheer, single-minded physicality, one of the few fundamental things he's had in common with the true Asgardians. Tired shouldn't really play into it. Hel, mortally wounded has barely stopped him in the past.]
I thought, a few days ago, that I might be recovering from this... ridiculous melancholy. I felt like kissing a bit. [And that had seemed to make Rogue happy. That had been a nice evening. He'd nearly felt normal. Then he laughs, sharply.] A bit too much, it would seem.