Chapter 13
~*Mad world*~
"Now- now, such a cruel world isn't it?"
Loki buried his face into his crossed forearms. He was already way too drunk to mind which Tony it was this time. It didn't matter.
"All the monsters walking around. And once all of them were human. How hard it can be to accept this…"
The bed dipped behind him with the weight of a body settling on the mattress but the springs kept quiet. He felt the warmth of the leg radiating into his body through the line it pressed to his side.
"So hard to be smart. Trust me, of all people I should know."
The words rolled off his tongue like pearls from a necklace in a pretty line. Elegant, measured and perfectly calm.
"All the more prone to believe in fatality but being unable to find anything to blame for everything because you could always turn back to the hideous truth."
A steady hand peeled his fingers off the neck of the bottle.
"Humans don't care. They are the real evil. We demons, we too were once human. Long-long ago. So why blame us? When you just saw with your own eyes what people really are. Screaming witchcraft when you're just smarter; calling you a freak because you know things, pushing you away the minute they realize you're different. Ungrateful things in creation."
No, it's not true – somewhere Loki thought he should say it out loud to protect the virtue of humanity even though he just lost all of his faith in it. He can't be on the same opinion with a demon!
"Would you protect these abominations? What are all the murders? You watch them, you wait for the shows on TV to present you blood and gore and this is your so-called humanitarian civilisation?
"Just imaginary, you could say – but humans are so curious, I know this is what keeps you moving forward. Curiosity – not a demon, not me, not Lucifer, curiosity will prod you to give it a try. Just look around in the world. All the wars, all the suffering. And we're not causing it. We're only parasites. You know it well, don't you Loki?"
Yes…
"This world – you are so much better. You can't do anything for it. Make it better? A drop in the ocean. You're so much better. And it hurts so much that no one recognizes your value. It's a painful burden to be better. Smarter. Seeing clearer."
Now why couldn't he share Tony's opinion? The things he said were facts. You can't say that all leaders of the world were possessed by demons. No. They were just obsessed with power. The greatest evil on Earth.
"You don't need them Loki. You don't need their gratitude nor their approval."
Gentle fingers carded through his hair combing out dried blood and the knots without causing any pain in the process. Or maybe Loki was just too far gone down the bottle for his senses to catch up, but for a soft tug he obediently laid his head on Tony's knee.
If they needed him they wouldn't have chased him away with fear and disgust in their eyes as if he had brought the horrors to their town! It was no demon, no poltergeist. Just a serial killer.
The people had a chance to keep Loki on their side so that he would try and be a hero and protect them from the monsters, but they had made their choice. And now the one soothing him was their enemy. He didn't need their gratitude. He didn't need anything from them.
All he needed was warmth and those hands to never stop.
A/N: Short but also my most favourite part.
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