Loki frowned. The more he heard of this, the less he liked it. If nothing else, it seemed to imply there was some manner of heavy-duty brainwashing going on beyond the normal environment, considering that the efforts of the nurses were quite pathetic on that front. "I see. That is a difficult... matter."
Because of course, if someone was convinced that they were an entirely different person, reversing that course was no mean task. One that could be reversed with magic, of course - the imagination was the limit there - but even Loki found the prospect of messing with someone's head that intimately discomfiting.
Well, perhaps it was nice to know that he still had some limits.
Idly, he wrote what seemed to be an equation in his notebook. "Finding people... can be a simple matter depending upon the tools available. Probably the simplest of the attendant problems."
He smiled. "The mare's name is Vigdis. She belonged to..."
For so many complicated reasons, Sif's name caught in his throat before he could even think to speak it. And even not speaking her name, it was an odd question to consider... to him, who was Sif? She had been a friend, a comrade, only now he was certain that all of that had been a lie, like his entire identity. And surely, like the other Aesir, if she were to lay eyes on him now his last sight would be a look of disgust followed by an attack.
His smile became a little sad. "A former friend of mine," he finally said. It was true enough. Once, he had called Sif 'friend.' He might have liked to call her more, but even before his fall, that would have been an unlikely prospect, the sad crush of a boy who kept to himself far too much. And really, he doubted there was much room in her heart for anyone but Thor... like nearly everyone else he had known.
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Because of course, if someone was convinced that they were an entirely different person, reversing that course was no mean task. One that could be reversed with magic, of course - the imagination was the limit there - but even Loki found the prospect of messing with someone's head that intimately discomfiting.
Well, perhaps it was nice to know that he still had some limits.
Idly, he wrote what seemed to be an equation in his notebook. "Finding people... can be a simple matter depending upon the tools available. Probably the simplest of the attendant problems."
He smiled. "The mare's name is Vigdis. She belonged to..."
For so many complicated reasons, Sif's name caught in his throat before he could even think to speak it. And even not speaking her name, it was an odd question to consider... to him, who was Sif? She had been a friend, a comrade, only now he was certain that all of that had been a lie, like his entire identity. And surely, like the other Aesir, if she were to lay eyes on him now his last sight would be a look of disgust followed by an attack.
His smile became a little sad. "A former friend of mine," he finally said. It was true enough. Once, he had called Sif 'friend.' He might have liked to call her more, but even before his fall, that would have been an unlikely prospect, the sad crush of a boy who kept to himself far too much. And really, he doubted there was much room in her heart for anyone but Thor... like nearly everyone else he had known.