If anyone tells you that you can’t be badass, and also girly, don’t forget to tell them that one of the most beloved Norse goddesses, Freyja, was the goddess of beauty, sexuality, and fertility, but she was also the goddess of sorcery, war and death.
“I was merely giving truth to the lie that I had been fed my entire life… that I was born to be a king.”
No, it’s fine, I’m not crying that Loki is deliberately emulating Thor’s coronation from the first movie, both in setting and with Thor’s signature red cape and his hammer, Thor who actually was born to be a king, Thor that Loki hates almost as much as he loves, Thor that Loki can never let go of, even when he refuses to admit that that’s what he’s doing.
I’m not crying that Loki is play acting out the “lie”, that he’s so emotionally unbalanced that this is how he lashes out at his mother, saying SEE? SEE, THIS IS WHAT YOU’VE REDUCED ME TO, this is what you’ve turned me into. I was born to be a king? Well, clearly this is the only way I can ever actually have it, because you never intended any such thing!