She'd noticed that the tea was sweeter. She was thankful for it too. She'd had vile stuff before, but that tea topped it all. It was worth it, though, to take the ache out of the wound that was still healing. The stone had worked wonders, but it still wasn't perfect. Natasha had a high threshold for pain, but there was no code to cling to now. No reason not to feel the pain she was given. There were no secrets to hide. None but her own
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Loki's brow furrowed a moment, then his face cleared and his eyes filled with horror all at once as he grabbed the book and looked at the cover. "Oh, no, how did you find this?" he groaned, setting it down again and scrubbing a hand through his hair.
"I still cannot believe Mother allowed that nosy, meddling scribe to set down our childish deeds," he muttered. "Though I am surprised you've not had that story from Sif herself. There was a time..." A time when she'd told the story to anyone who would listen, but it was no lighthearted tale the way the storyteller had written it down in that book.
Natasha watched Loki carefully, noting the horror that crossed his face. She resolved to set the book down, perhaps pick it up at a later date when he wasn't aware of it. No one liked their misdeeds splashed out on pages, but then, he knew her sins, didn't he? He'd asked Barton. He knew what she'd done. What she was capable of. But this was different. The work of a younger man.
Wasn't it?
"Would you rather I didn't read it? I figure it's intelligent for me to research the god I'm going to be marrying." She glanced back in the library. "Although a serving maid tried to tell me some licentious story about you she'd heard from the Lady Alianora's cousin..." She wondered how much of Loki's reputation was true.
"It isn't--no, of course you can read whatever you wish." Loki picked the book up again and his eyes skimmed over the words making his prank of Sif into what amounted to a fairy tale for children. "This is not the most historically accurate account," he added carefully as he set it aside again.
Loki hadn't really considered that as the Asgardians grew more comfortable with her, stories of the prince would be shared with her. Most of his reputation was true. The justifications never rode along in the telling of his deeds and misdeeds, but he couldn't deny that most of the stories themselves were true. "I think Thor may be the subject of that story, if it is indeed a licentious one," he rolled his eyes with a lighthearted laugh that didn't quite succeed. "I could tell you stories of that."
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"I still cannot believe Mother allowed that nosy, meddling scribe to set down our childish deeds," he muttered. "Though I am surprised you've not had that story from Sif herself. There was a time..." A time when she'd told the story to anyone who would listen, but it was no lighthearted tale the way the storyteller had written it down in that book.
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Wasn't it?
"Would you rather I didn't read it? I figure it's intelligent for me to research the god I'm going to be marrying." She glanced back in the library. "Although a serving maid tried to tell me some licentious story about you she'd heard from the Lady Alianora's cousin..." She wondered how much of Loki's reputation was true.
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Loki hadn't really considered that as the Asgardians grew more comfortable with her, stories of the prince would be shared with her. Most of his reputation was true. The justifications never rode along in the telling of his deeds and misdeeds, but he couldn't deny that most of the stories themselves were true. "I think Thor may be the subject of that story, if it is indeed a licentious one," he rolled his eyes with a lighthearted laugh that didn't quite succeed. "I could tell you stories of that."
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