Hello, I can't believe how long its been! Truthfully, I haven't felt like writing because over last few years life has decided to take a battering rod to me both figuratively and in reality. What with failing my alevels and barely scraping into uni and being involved in a serious car accident that I'm still recovering from … (also not helped by being locked out my account).

But anyways enough monologing, if any of my previous readers are still out there , hi and welcome back *waves*. With my jack frost fanfic I'm debating whether to continue but we shall see... Maybe if people still want me to continue.

This is just a small drabble to get back into the swing of thing cuse its been a super long time writing anything creatively. And yeah I know there are hundreds of fics like this.

Darkness.

Falling.

Never ending darkness.

A sinking weightlessness.

He has never known true darkness till now.

He scoffs at his previous ignorance.

He who hid in the in the branches of Yggdrasil and lingered in the shadows of Asgard, he should have known.

But no one knew.

No one knew the deathly suffocating silence that the void held, that left you with only your thoughts and memories.

"No Loki"

"You're my son"

"You can't kill an entire race!"

"No Loki"

Till even those were stripped away, and his only companion were the bitter cold and the feeling of falling.

It felt like centuries but for all he knew it could be months, moments, seconds.

An eternity.

He'd finally stepped out of Thor's shadow only to fall into the shadow of the universe.

Thor, his mind recoiled, the golden boy is finally free of his shadow.

He supposed even now he rejoiced at his demise.

Yes, this would be his demise. This would be the end.

His mind and as his sanity were slowly ravaged by the void.

Soon, yes soon it wouldn't be long till his body was eroded away.

His seidr had initial protected him.

Instinctively it had poured from his centre, through his veins producing a protective shell around him. The soft green familiar glow had been his only source of comfort and light.

But even that had drained away until it was a tiny unreachable flicker.

He had not drained his magic in such a way for eons, not since he had first discovered his seidr and had attempted to change Thor's breakfast into a sea of snakes.

Yes. That's all he'd be remembered for, tricks, mischief and madness.

The Dark Prince of Asgard.

He would fade into the shadows of the peoples' memories and be forgotten.

An echo of the void.

A whisper in the pages of history.

Hope you enjoyed that, please leave a review and let me know your thoughts, since im super rusty and it would be great to have some feedback ! xxx UTF