"There is no version of Midgard I would ever consider mine." The level of disgust in Loki's tone is likely a bit overdone. He doesn't actually know a whole lot about humans or the realm they live on, but he also doesn't really care. They are all ants anyway, hardly worth his time. Magic though, magic he always wants to talk about magic, he's just never thought it would happen with someone even remotely human (though it does not go unnoticed that Gansey avoided any mention of what he is. But no matter, Loki doesn't care that much... or at least he will pretend he doesn't). "Well, that's your first mistake. Magic is far more varied than just flashy or not. It's both, it's neither, it's all things at once. It can be whatever you need it to be and so much more."
Loki cuts himself off then, cursing himself speaking so openly with a stranger. He shouldn't be so weak, giving into conversation so easily simply because this guy knows about magic. He huffs and crosses his arm. Despite his thoughts, he can't help but retort. "I have been practicing magic for a thousand years and you presume to tell me anything about it?"
It's immediately evident that he's let his mouth run away with him. Between their talk of magic and revealing he's a god, Loki is suddenly convinced that Gansey is going to become a pain. "Yes, well perhaps you were just looking or I simply wanted to be found?" He scoffs at the idea, but if he were willing to be at all introspective, it might occur to him that it's not so far from the truth. "But if you must know, longevity, superior intellect and abilities. Just all in all being better." Now he's clearly just trying to annoy Gansey, something he commonly does when he feels under pressure.
"Specifics are not always passed on." The words come out grumbled, almost like he couldn't help but speak and the words were being pulled from him. They are true enough though. Frigga was a seer, but Thor could hardly see passed the end of his own nose. "And as much as most would prefer things to fit into neat little categories, things rarely work that way. It hardly means something isn't true." He sighs then, sometimes keeping up the act is simply exhausting.
There is definitely something special about the stone and Loki can't help but turn it over in his hand, looking at it. There's an unfamiliar feeling in his chest and he can't figure out if it's because of the stone or because someone has given him something. His voice is uncharacteristically quiet as he holds the stone back out towards Gansey. "I do not believe this is for me."
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Loki cuts himself off then, cursing himself speaking so openly with a stranger. He shouldn't be so weak, giving into conversation so easily simply because this guy knows about magic. He huffs and crosses his arm. Despite his thoughts, he can't help but retort. "I have been practicing magic for a thousand years and you presume to tell me anything about it?"
It's immediately evident that he's let his mouth run away with him. Between their talk of magic and revealing he's a god, Loki is suddenly convinced that Gansey is going to become a pain. "Yes, well perhaps you were just looking or I simply wanted to be found?" He scoffs at the idea, but if he were willing to be at all introspective, it might occur to him that it's not so far from the truth. "But if you must know, longevity, superior intellect and abilities. Just all in all being better." Now he's clearly just trying to annoy Gansey, something he commonly does when he feels under pressure.
"Specifics are not always passed on." The words come out grumbled, almost like he couldn't help but speak and the words were being pulled from him. They are true enough though. Frigga was a seer, but Thor could hardly see passed the end of his own nose. "And as much as most would prefer things to fit into neat little categories, things rarely work that way. It hardly means something isn't true." He sighs then, sometimes keeping up the act is simply exhausting.
There is definitely something special about the stone and Loki can't help but turn it over in his hand, looking at it. There's an unfamiliar feeling in his chest and he can't figure out if it's because of the stone or because someone has given him something. His voice is uncharacteristically quiet as he holds the stone back out towards Gansey. "I do not believe this is for me."