Character: Loki. Page 4

- Envy is one of the most destructive feelings. Did you know about this, Frank? Do you know why? Why envy is so terrible that you can't safely eat, sleep, think about something else?
- Well, why not?
- Because, dear friend, that I be created. I have created the envy of the rust and the ink of an octopus, to like you, there was always something to do.

A pure heart is the greatest magic of all!

I am me. First, second and forever.

History is everywhere you look.

I know what you're thinking: why am I falling to my death while the person is taking a vital decision, releasing me in the face with an arrow? Huh? Why not use magic and make everything better? Not to tell the fascinating story of the universe?
"Then Loki crossed my fingers and all was well. His mission was accomplished, he received a pony, balloons and cosmic cube. the End."
This is not a very good story, isn't it?
And... Imagine that you have a big red button that could save everything. But if you hit it too hard, the rest of eternity you will spend in chains in flames. Burning. Its all about the eternal flame.
Honestly? I would prefer an arrow in the face. At least it's fast.

The essence of magic is to take the idea and make it a reality. Take a lie and make it true. Tell the universe the story so accurately, so cosmically perfect that in one brilliant moment, the world believed that man can fly.
Well, actually, flying to my brother. He has the hammer.

Ah, the Midgard songs!.. I despised those little bitter-sweet snatches of hope and loss, as short and sweet as the lives of their creators, so far from singing horns and uplifting music of the violins in my house, but now... Well, I'm learning to see the magic in them.

- I mourned you! Grieved! Kill!
- I'm flattered.

- Your job?
- None of your business, Lackey.
- I - Loki!

I was falling in darkness for thirty minutes!

- Yeah! We know him, this is my friend from work! Loki's alive, you know? There he sits! Loki, look who's here!
- Get the hell out of this planet.

That's what you're itching to do! Without you was so wonderful! Asgard flourished! Golden days!

Discussion as communication, our horse will not name.

See, my brother is not so lost.
Maybe.