Loki's eyebrow lifts at the revelation that they met. He isn't necessarily surprised--the Loki of the sacred timeline got up to all sorts of mischief and did not make many friends along the way.
"I suspect it was not a fruitful interaction. I'm a variant of the Loki that you encountered, splintered from your timeline some years before whatever meeting we may have had. Apologies, our time together was not significant enough for me to be aware of its passing," he explains. He, too, knows the score. He can feel where this stranger has arrived from and where in all of the vines and branches he belongs. If they met, and he has no reason to believe otherwise, it was somewhere in the inbetween of a life that Morbius showed him.
He smiles at the question and moves, rising from the throne while the branches strain and shift behind him as if they are just as alive as the god himself. "Luckily for you, stranger, there is no greater expert on me than me," he dryly replies.
He gives a wave of his hand to conjure his magic and in the green glow arrives a tea set with two cups. Piping hot. Let it never be said that Loki is not the pinnacle of hospitality. His mother would be proud. "What you seek is not for children. And you have been led somewhat astray by grandiose rumors, though it is an understandable mistake to make. A hundred years ago, give or take? No, I did not possess the book. I had Ovae's Codex. The key to finding the Treatise. It was on my bookshelf in Asgard. Which, as I am sure you are aware, is no more." Though he suspects that time is not so fine a thing that this sorcerer cannot bend it to his will to go back to a moment when Asgard stood.
"If you can walk time, you might be tempted to return to when Asgard stood and take the Codex to further your search. It will do you no good. In all the time that I held the book, my wards protected it--along with all of my things. I had a foolish brother easily bored and prone to meddling in my belongings, you understand. And I doubt my past self would be so keen to assist in lifting my magic. I was…not a kind and generous man at the time." It's a futile search and he hopes the stranger will abandon it. A sorcerer's own wards are as unique as a fingerprint and without Loki's, the Codex will be untouchable.
Still, the larger question remains.
"Why do you seek it? That book contains the darkest of magics in the oldest of things. That's no power for a mortal to wield. I did not save the timelines just so you could undo all of my good works in a search for one of the greatest powers of the universe."
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"I suspect it was not a fruitful interaction. I'm a variant of the Loki that you encountered, splintered from your timeline some years before whatever meeting we may have had. Apologies, our time together was not significant enough for me to be aware of its passing," he explains. He, too, knows the score. He can feel where this stranger has arrived from and where in all of the vines and branches he belongs. If they met, and he has no reason to believe otherwise, it was somewhere in the inbetween of a life that Morbius showed him.
He smiles at the question and moves, rising from the throne while the branches strain and shift behind him as if they are just as alive as the god himself. "Luckily for you, stranger, there is no greater expert on me than me," he dryly replies.
He gives a wave of his hand to conjure his magic and in the green glow arrives a tea set with two cups. Piping hot. Let it never be said that Loki is not the pinnacle of hospitality. His mother would be proud. "What you seek is not for children. And you have been led somewhat astray by grandiose rumors, though it is an understandable mistake to make. A hundred years ago, give or take? No, I did not possess the book. I had Ovae's Codex. The key to finding the Treatise. It was on my bookshelf in Asgard. Which, as I am sure you are aware, is no more." Though he suspects that time is not so fine a thing that this sorcerer cannot bend it to his will to go back to a moment when Asgard stood.
"If you can walk time, you might be tempted to return to when Asgard stood and take the Codex to further your search. It will do you no good. In all the time that I held the book, my wards protected it--along with all of my things. I had a foolish brother easily bored and prone to meddling in my belongings, you understand. And I doubt my past self would be so keen to assist in lifting my magic. I was…not a kind and generous man at the time." It's a futile search and he hopes the stranger will abandon it. A sorcerer's own wards are as unique as a fingerprint and without Loki's, the Codex will be untouchable.
Still, the larger question remains.
"Why do you seek it? That book contains the darkest of magics in the oldest of things. That's no power for a mortal to wield. I did not save the timelines just so you could undo all of my good works in a search for one of the greatest powers of the universe."