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."