Night 65: M71-M80 Hallway

[complicatedliar]

Loki had turned his attention to the books as he finished dissecting his dinner. He listened to the intercom announcements with a growing sense of annoyance. He would like to have seen that clue for himself - and it would have presented the perfect opportunity to sow a bit of violence and confusion. Unfortunately, he had appointments that needed to be kept.

But the continued insistence of the oh-so-helpful resistance to have the worst timing possible (as far as Loki was concerned) grated.

When the lights went out he set up his flashlight and continued to read through the pharmacopoeia. He made notes for Soma on a sheet of paper torn from his notebook. Once that was done, he'd need to review the anatomy; all his studying needed to be done before Lust came to his room. He wished to give her his full attention.

[In M73, waiting for his ladyfriends.]

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[madeinthehrl]

Soma blinked slowly. "That doesn't sound like you at all."

She doubted he was lying--why would he lie to her now?--but she wasn't sure what to think of his description, either. Whenever Lingormr had mentioned being different from the people who had raised him, he had always mentioned a tendency towards bookishness. The people he supposedly hailed from didn't even sound capable of that.

Not everything is determined by genetics, said Marie, and of course, she knew that, but it was a little baffling all the same.

[complicatedliar]

Loki laughed somewhat dryly. "I should hope not." He shook his head, darkly amused. "One supposes they knew there was something terribly wrong with me as well. I was apparently shamefully small and sickly. I assume that was why I was abandoned to be consumed by the elements. Or perhaps they hoped their enemies would dash my brains out, though why they didn't do so themselves I cannot begin to imagine."

And instead he'd been taken in by Odin, to become a weakling among the Aesir. Continued life was something of a gift, but it hadn't really put him any closer to finding a people who liked his sort of monster.