With Midgard at my disposal.
I may finally be able to go back,
Back to the side of my father.
"You make a fine king." he will say.
And dear brother Thor will be proud of me
"You have worked hard, Loki." and
"You really deserved it" they will say.
I will be the Asgard king.
I will be an Odinson.
I would have been an Odinson.
"We are so proud of you, Loki"
"Loki." echoes in my mind.
My eyes open to a familiar ceiling.
I remember being beaten by a monster.
No. I am the monster.
My eyes close as a tear rolls down my cheek.
Father, I have failed you again.
And I was so close to forgiveness.
"Did you mourn?"
"We all did."
