[ There has always been something other about Peter since they met on a pink sign in the dead of a chilly night, he was grim and wry in a way Loki can't remember having seen in the spider of Earth-616 before (brief as that interaction was). He suspects Peter has been brutal and unforgiving on a scale he doesn't like to dwell on because it's shameful; he's a hero, of course it is.

He finds himself smiling in mild wonder at how sweet Peter manages to be, despite his past wounds. ]

Sometimes I will lie to you, I can't pretend to be perfect. Everybody lies, after all, but I will do my best to treat you as you deserve. That means getting you up to speed on what almost everyone back in my universe is aware of, loathe as I am to show you.

[ He uses his free hand to conjure a holographic-like figure of Old Loki and if a god could ever look ancient, he does.

Loki swallows, his grip in Peter's hand squeezing as his voice quietens. ]

I used to be mad.