"Because you begged me to." That seems obvious. "Doing what you want has not been my MO when I'm not being controlled, generally. And you want to die so bad. You want shit that I'm not going to give you. I don't want you to have the satisfaction of--"

His eyes narrow. Flit to the mark at Loki's throat. His connection to his magic is fucked. There was a day, a blessed day of not having the niggling if now comfortable feeling weighing in the back of his soul of Loki.

"Motherfucker."