[ His answer is a quiet huff at that. Considering the circumstances, Loki is hardly going to apologize. Trapped between two hard places, at the very least, Loki would weasel his way out into a deal. Still, it was a truth. Loki never blamed Thor for the lie. There were many other things to blame Thor for, after all. He wavers though, another Thor at the back of his mind, dark and merciless. The summation of all his fears under the Psy-Link, banished by Loki's hand.

Maybe he can try now. ]

Everything felt wrong.

[ It comes out as a stutter, fragmented breaths trying to piece together a feeling. Loki has always excelled in word-play, but that never extended to his feelings. ]

I didn't know what was real anymore. You, Asgard . . . everyone felt wrong. And that wrongness was in me. I always knew it was there — I never quite met the standards after all, but it was worse knowing . . . Every story, every moment became couched in shadow.

And I had no way of perceiving the truth. I can't tell.