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Full Loki/Natasha scene transcript
- Loki: There are not many people who can sneak up on me.
- Natasha: But you figured I'd come.
- Loki: After. After whatever tortures Fury can concede, you would appear as a friend, as a balm, and I would co-operate.
- Natasha: I wanna know what you've done to Agent Barton.
- Loki: I'd say I've expanded his mind!
- Natasha: And once you've won, once you're King of the mountain, what happens to his mind?
- Loki: (laughs) Is this love, Agent Romanoff?
- Natasha: Love is for children. I owe him a debt.
- Loki: Tell me.
- Natasha: (hesitates) Before I worked for SHIELD, I, uh... well, I made a name for myself. I have a very specific skill set. I didn't care who I used it for, or on. I got on SHIELD's radar in a bad way. Agent Barton was sent to kill me... he made a different call.
- Loki: And what will you do if I vow to spare him?
- Natasha: Not let you out.
- Loki: Oh no, but I like this. Your world in the balance, and you bargain for one man?
- Natasha: Regimes fall everyday. I tend not to weep over that, I'm Russian... or I was.
- Loki: And what are you now?
- Natasha: It's really not that complicated. I've got red on my ledger. I'd like to wipe it out.
- Loki: Can you? Can you wipe out that much red? Dreykov's daughter, Sao Paulo, the hospital fire? Barton told me everything. Your ledger is dripping, it's gushing red, and you think saving a man no more virtuous than yourself will change anything? This is the basest sentimentality. This is a child at prayer. PATHETIC! You lie and kill, in the service of liars and killers. You pretend to be separate, to have your own code, something that makes up for horrors. But they are part of you, and they will never go away. (slams fist on glass)
- I won't touch Barton, not until I make him kill you! Slowly, intimately, in every way he knows you fear. And then he'll wake just long enough to see his good work, and when he screams, I'll split his skull! This is my bargain, you mewling quim!
- Natasha: (fearfully) You're a monster!
- Loki: (laughs) Oh, no. You brought the monster.
- Natasha: (returns to normal self) So, Banner. That's your play?
- Loki: What?
- Natasha: (into headpiece) Loki means to unleash the Hulk. Keep Banner in the lab, I'm on my way. Send Thor as well.
- (to Loki) Thank you for your co-operation.
The feeling Loki must have had when, for the first time, finally people bowed to HIM, paid HIM respect, instead of seeing him only in the shadow of Thor, it must have been so powerful.
A warm surge in his core, melting away the memory of the cold, melting away the frost giant within him and letting him hide it. Pride; he was as worthy as his brother, and yes, even wiser! He could be a good king, a great king- better than Thor, and had he not been an accursed Frost Giant, a mere tool, Odin would have given him that title, not Thor.
But of course the people he considered friends- Thor’s friends- they only saw him as being manipulating and calculating. He really did want what was best for Thor, and that was why he refused to bring him back- the same reason he refused to ask Odin to bring Thor back. Of course, now it would also mean that Thor would take the throne, but the good of Asgard truly did matter despite his jealousy- or it did at the time. But of course no one would trust him because of how he came to the throne, and even for himself the glory of his ascension was tainted by the knowledge that his words had put the man he had loved as his Father into a state of near-death. And the pain of his heritage being kept from. Even his Father lied to him, the man he put the most trust into.
It broke him, it changed him, and he could no longer bare it. He was seeking approval, a lost and hurt child, but every where that he sought praise or reassurance was not met with what he hoped and craved- or at least not in a way he could see it. Even his Mother could not see his pain, could not understand it, and the guilt was too much, so, being the sort that does manipulate, he told lies to his brother, who would bring ruin to Asgard, hoping to keep him away. He could live on Earth because while he hated his brother for living in the shadow of such a violent fool for so long, he still loved him. If he didn’t love Thor, then he wouldn’t have those tears in his eyes at the end of Thor. And he sought that approval later from Odin, only to be told again that he could not be Thor’s equal, as he saw it. That one syllable, that damning word, ‘No’, spoken softly to him when he just wanted to be acknowledged by the ones he loved. But he never got it, and so he just could not deal with his love for Asgard, for Thor, for Odin, so he left it behind him in that moment he let go of his spear, falling into space.
And thus a monster was born.
The feeling Loki must have had when, for the first time, finally people bowed to HIM, paid HIM respect, instead of seeing him only in the shadow of Thor, it must have been so powerful.
A warm surge in his core, melting away the memory of the cold, melting away the frost giant within him and letting him hide it. Pride; he was as worthy as his brother, and yes, even wiser! He could be a good king, a great king- better than Thor, and had he not been an accursed Frost Giant, a mere tool, Odin would have given him that title, not Thor.
But of course the people he considered friends- Thor’s friends- they only saw him as being manipulating and calculating. He really did want what was best for Thor, and that was why he refused to bring him back- the same reason he refused to ask Odin to bring Thor back. Of course, now it would also mean that Thor would take the throne, but the good of Asgard truly did matter despite his jealousy- or it did at the time. But of course no one would trust him because of how he came to the throne, and even for himself the glory of his ascension was tainted by the knowledge that his words had put the man he had loved as his Father into a state of near-death. And the pain of his heritage being kept from. Even his Father lied to him, the man he put the most trust into.
It broke him, it changed him, and he could no longer bare it. Even his Mother could not see his pain, could not understand it, and the guilt was too much, so, being the sort that does manipulate, he told lies to his brother, who would bring ruin to Asgard, hoping to keep him away. He could live on Earth because while he hated his brother for living in the shadow of such a violent fool for so long, he still loved him. He just couldn’t deal with that love, so he left it behind.
And thus a monster was born.
