( there's no such thing as real magic. no one knows that better than a magician. it's all smoke and mirrors and sleight of hand. making the audience look left while secretly going right. but that's what loki always liked about magic: the illusion. the carefully crafted lies and clever tricks. what he does on stage, night after night, isn't magic. it just looks like magic.
loki thought he'd long since lost the sense of wonder that came with seeing magic performed. that was the cost of knowing all the secrets. there was a mechanism behind every mystery, and loki has just about learned them all. when he comes across new ones, it's only a matter of time before he has those figured out, too. there's comfort in the control.
but, when thor holds out his hand, loki remembers what that sense of wonder feels like. he looks from thor's hand to his face, internally denying the inevitable, until he can't any longer. )
Oh, very well then. ( he downs the rest of his gin and tonic in one go, sets the glass on the bar, and places his palm in thor's. that spark returns, traveling up his arm, igniting something inside his chest. ) I'm sure I've made worse gambles.
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loki thought he'd long since lost the sense of wonder that came with seeing magic performed. that was the cost of knowing all the secrets. there was a mechanism behind every mystery, and loki has just about learned them all. when he comes across new ones, it's only a matter of time before he has those figured out, too. there's comfort in the control.
but, when thor holds out his hand, loki remembers what that sense of wonder feels like. he looks from thor's hand to his face, internally denying the inevitable, until he can't any longer. )
Oh, very well then. ( he downs the rest of his gin and tonic in one go, sets the glass on the bar, and places his palm in thor's. that spark returns, traveling up his arm, igniting something inside his chest. ) I'm sure I've made worse gambles.