"Things are unpleasant. The loud noise earlier was me redirecting an enormous projectile from a city into the Ice."
"I can't," she agrees. "I sleep. It's a failing. I mentioned someone else can teleport now, so we can avoid being asleep at the same time, but monitoring's a problem."
"It made a half-mile dent in the Ice." She sends the image.
"I'm in a bad mood. And this is my first real break from spellcraft in a while."
"For various reasons, I prefer to keep my bad moods where I can see them," Loki says. Do you lack my blanket discomfort with mind affecting magic? she asks Maedhros.
He smiles indulgently. "Promised? I don't think I promised. But you're a good listener - much better than me, or I wouldn't have been in this bind in the first place..." and then resumes the story.
Loki doesn't want to stare at spell symbols again yet, not for months of subjective time. She listens.
"You underestimate him," she says.
"My grandfather was overprotective too, for something resembling the same reasons, but he let my father study under Aulë at an alarmingly young age. The Valar can be very reassuring presences when its reassurance that a person needs."
...Loki isn't sure whether she should ask if they routinely do the covert forced kneeling bullshit.
"Actually, just then I was thinking about a conversation I had with Ulmo, not about anything overwhelmingly stressful."
"It does rely on my being able to attempt to enact it. I might just vanish from here, try to pick up the Tesseract, and die."
"Sure. We tried one. I asked about another but apparently in the quantities necessary to destroy the Enemy it would also destroy the entire planet. The one I'm going to try belongs to my family, didn't kill me the last time I touched it, and would afford me more than enough power and plenty of delicacy."