"...take over." That was disturbing indeed, whether or not it was something Soma could control. Loki supposed that of everything that had been done to him, at least he wasn't saddled with someone else rattling around in his head. It was already full enough as it was.

"Marie. I see. Well... I suppose it's nice to have... indirectly met her?"

Loki laughed quietly. "The head of my house thought it in his best interest to not tell me, either. I was to be a tool for later use." Though the difference in their cases it seemed was that Soma had been praised, and wanted, and useful. Loki had been none of those things, and it still hurt in a deep way, to recall the look on Odin's face when Loki realized that he was of no use, thanks to Thor.

A relic, probably best to be locked away and forgotten. Only he hadn't been prepared to go so quietly as that.