[Loki doesn't really notice the state of Billy's clothes. Nothing matters to him; it feels as if nothing will ever really matter again. For a long moment he just stays limp against Billy, helplessly clutching at his blood-stiffened clothing.
This is more than he has capacity to bear, right now. Because it runs through his mind, what a fool, what a fool, how eager he'd been to grasp for forgiveness when there can be none, when there will never be any at all, and Frigga is still dead by his hand. Frigga dead, and him helpless in a cage while it happened, unknowing until a guard had told him. And now Thor dead, while Loki the fool thrice over had sat in his cage and bled for a shade because he was so desperate, so pathetically desperate...
Face pressed against Billy's shoulder, he begins to scream again, pain and grief and rage. His hands curl so tightly to fists that they shake. Around them, the grass begins to shred, the trees creaking and cracking, shaking in a breeze that is not there.]
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This is more than he has capacity to bear, right now. Because it runs through his mind, what a fool, what a fool, how eager he'd been to grasp for forgiveness when there can be none, when there will never be any at all, and Frigga is still dead by his hand. Frigga dead, and him helpless in a cage while it happened, unknowing until a guard had told him. And now Thor dead, while Loki the fool thrice over had sat in his cage and bled for a shade because he was so desperate, so pathetically desperate...
Face pressed against Billy's shoulder, he begins to scream again, pain and grief and rage. His hands curl so tightly to fists that they shake. Around them, the grass begins to shred, the trees creaking and cracking, shaking in a breeze that is not there.]