Loki raised an eyebrow, then turned into the black kitten and bounced to the other bed, where he turned back into himself sitting cross-legged and comfortable. (Again, assume the invitation, it was better than waiting.) Best to be clear that his lies were generally better than that. And it was better than openly acknowledging the truth of sometimes it might not be better to survive.

He believed that. Some days, still, he even believed it about himself. And it was hard to argue with the idea that the universe would have been better off had Odin just let the frost giant run die in that temple as he'd been left to do.

Ah well. If he was dead, he couldn't watch a one-armed man reorder his hair, could he? "I don't know, I haven't let mine get a word in before banishing them. I'm not really interested in anything the dead might have to say to me."