The moment dissipates, and Sylvie is grateful for it. She struggles with displays of emotions at the best of times - this is difficult for her. Add to it the burden of grief, of trauma... she's is as starved for touch as she is utterly and completely averse to it. The fact that she not only allowed this but sought it, if only for a moment, speaks volumes.
And perhaps, for just a moment, she chased the shadow of a long dead boy with golden hair and endless optimism for a future he was robbed of just because Sylvie existed.
Do you think I could be a Valkyrie?
I think you could be anything you want, sister. You would be the fiercest of them all!
She remembers precious little of him. Can't even tell if the man she sees now is who her own brother would have grown into, or if their faces would have been different. And she feels protective, suddenly, of what little she remembers. Of what little she was allowed to have with her own family.
"I need you to remember, every day of this mad undertaking, two things: For one, I am not your sister, and I will reject the notion of being just a Loki with every breath I have. And two, I have survived on my own for longer than you've been a well-intentioned fool, so leave the planning to me."
It's harsh, and mostly that's because she's trying to recover from the raw emotions, trying to protect herself. She does what she always does, and shields herself with barbed wire wrapped around her tongue. Pushes others away because she's nothing if not full of jagged edges that she regularly cuts herself on.
It's also not quite true that she's existed for longer than he has - it's just that she's existed outside of time. Tracking her age in a linear fashion has long stopped being a concern for her, and it hardly matters for either Asgardians or Frost Giants, truth be told.
The Road Ahead
And perhaps, for just a moment, she chased the shadow of a long dead boy with golden hair and endless optimism for a future he was robbed of just because Sylvie existed.
Do you think I could be a Valkyrie?
I think you could be anything you want, sister. You would be the fiercest of them all!
She remembers precious little of him. Can't even tell if the man she sees now is who her own brother would have grown into, or if their faces would have been different. And she feels protective, suddenly, of what little she remembers. Of what little she was allowed to have with her own family.
"I need you to remember, every day of this mad undertaking, two things: For one, I am not your sister, and I will reject the notion of being just a Loki with every breath I have. And two, I have survived on my own for longer than you've been a well-intentioned fool, so leave the planning to me."
It's harsh, and mostly that's because she's trying to recover from the raw emotions, trying to protect herself. She does what she always does, and shields herself with barbed wire wrapped around her tongue. Pushes others away because she's nothing if not full of jagged edges that she regularly cuts herself on.
It's also not quite true that she's existed for longer than he has - it's just that she's existed outside of time. Tracking her age in a linear fashion has long stopped being a concern for her, and it hardly matters for either Asgardians or Frost Giants, truth be told.
"Are we clear on that?"