[ there's a tilt of Loki's head that says he's being nice, okay? it's followed by a charming smile as dark nails wrap around the glass and bring it close. ]

And yet—here we are. My father was the self-proclaimed god of war, you know?

[ he brings the glass up. ]

Aside from being a poor father and a questionable ruler, he taught me quite a bit about it. When it's over, the healing takes far longer than the war itself.

[ he puts his hand to his chin, and glances side-long over at Jason. possibly just looking at him to be cute. maybe. he looks away to drink again. ]