[Loki puts his hands on his hips and puffs a little bit.]

This is something that normally would require a very ... er ... strong cup of coffee. Very, very strong.

[there it is again, more about him. more about what happened. more about the fog that covered his mind and the bloodied face and the words that caught in his throat. the knowledge of victory over someone that forced him into a position of sacrifice.

"I win."]

Did you wish to know, for really real?

[he leans in, like its a bit of a secret, his hips back, hands still there, feet leeeaning back.]

It's because we are. I am Loki, but I'm my Loki. That's how it goes.