[Perhaps someday, in a fit of fickle honesty, Loki will outline to her exactly why she shouldn't trust him. Perhaps he will tell her, smiling, of all the creatures he has killed, and how it felt to slaughter them, firsthand or otherwise. Perhaps he will tell her why, what grasped hold of his madness and twisted it and made it sinister. There is a thrill, he must admit, in the confessional, guilt borne up upon slender shoulders like a shawl: something clasped close and worn with pride.

But not today. Today they stand if not as equals then united under a common goal, and for all his madness and caprice Loki is no fool. Theirs is the same enemy. For all the joy that might be reaped from wreaking havoc among those trapped here with him, it would serve no end, further no ambition. And all of that, all of it implied in the hint of a smile.]

Even the fortresses of Asgard are not so well-reinforced. Yes. But as I was raised among those it is possible I have yet in my memory some tricks to bring to bear against this place. Providing of course I can find them.