Falling. Falling through the darkness. I hear voices calling out to me. Calling me a monster, a failure, the bastard Odinson child. There's always that one voice, though. That one voice that always used to fill me with such hope, with the sense that someone loved me for what I was. That voice belongs to the golden Odinson. Thor, my brother, my closest and only friend. How I miss him. How I wish I would have never let go of the staff and fallen into the darkness that threatens to suffocate me each and every day. The scene changes. I'm in Jountheim. But not the one I know. It's… different somehow. It looks like Asgard, only covered in layers of blood spattered snow. My sight wanders up to the throne where Laufey would normally be sitting. There is a figure facing the opposite direction. I want to reach out to them, to find out who they are, but I know I can't. This is a dream, a dream that can change into a nightmare any second. I hear the sound of a voice. Only one syllable needs to reach my ears for me to know the voice. Thor's voice, bargaining with the figure. I manage to catch a name from his bargaining, Loki. That figure is me. I look away as I hear the sound of Thor's screaming as I stab him, right in his heart. I turn and struggle to run away, away from that horrid sight. I can't escape it though. It follows me everywhere. I turn a corner and come face to face with myself. Only it's not me, it's my Jotun self, filled with rage, wielding a dagger made of ice. I manage to scream before he places his hand over my mouth, silencing me. I look at him with visible fear in my eyes as he takes the dagger, stained with Thor's blood, and stabs me in the chest. He drags it down, slowly, painfully, sadistically enjoying every moment of my pain. When he releases me, I land in a mixture of the blood of the lost, the tears of the broken, and the sweat of the worthy. Before I wake from this terror, I get a look at Thor, beaten, bloody, broken, and dead. When my dreamself passes on, I wake up, the silk sheets of my bed sticking to me. Since I know I can't sleep after that, I climb out of bed, wash off my face, and call the only person I know I can.
Tony.
