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It occurred to Loki, distantly, like the thought was some small, weak creature struggling to swim through radioactive green water as thick as the key lime pie he still refused to take an actual bite of…
Loki took a sporkful of whipped cream - the only thing edible on the plate.
His mind was that thick radioactive pie water, and he didn’t want to acknowledge the thought trying to break the surface.
But every time, every single time someone brought up all the terrible things he had done, or was bound to do inevitably, it was always the acts that had affected his family, Odin and Thor, Frigga, Asgard, the humans, his new… friends… He was a villain for all those things.
And never once…
As if everyone had forgotten…
He had been trying… trying to be a hero…of sorts…
Loki choked down another bite of whipped cream.
It was a struggle to avoid the realization why… his first true claim to villainy mattered so little…
It never even made the list.
