You cannot rewrite history, you cannot change what has already taken place, it truly is impossible. But you can erase it, from your thoughts, your culture, and you can replace it with illusions of the past so it becomes a false reality. That is exactly what happened to the ancient Norse culture, when they completely took all evidence of the god of Mischief's real wife out of their tales and their history.

No one recalls the stories of the goddess of Empathy, of emotions. They do not remember her life, or her tragic end. Except the people of Asguard , her family, and her beloved. Her life's tales are held sacred among the people, of her loving mercy, of her compassion, and of her joy. Those things, the things that are so much about her can never be forgotten not to our world, or the realm she called home.

Because once something has happened no matter what, it will always be there. It will always be under the surface of the lies, waiting to reappear, to awaken, and to be reborn. Our tale begins several years ago.

Loki sat in his chambers holding tightly to his wife's old leather journal. No one could get him to put the book down or to even leave his chambers for days following the death of his dear wife. What was the point of living a life without the one you love? The one who understood everything about him, he didn't know. Finally after many days Frigga entered his chambers, she walked over to him. Placing her hand upon his shoulder Frigga made him look at her. "My son, Loki you must come out of your chambers. Your daughter, your precious Anesa, she needs you."

Loki had almost forgotten his daughter in his time of despair. Now his eyes were filled with alarm as he looked at his mother. "Is she alright?" Loki asked now fully aware of what was going on around him.

"Yes Loki, she is alright. But she has been asking for you." Frigga informed him softly.

For the first time in days Loki got off of his bed, walked over to his mother and he wrapped his arms around her. Frigga laid her hand on his head, running figure through his tangled hair combing it out softly. Many years from now, Loki would look back on this moment and he wouldn't be able to help but smile, thinking of only how much he had loved his mother. When the moment ended Loki kissed his mother's cheek before leaving his bed chambers, to go bathe and clean himself up. Grieving time was over, Loki had made his mind up, his wife would want that, and his daughter needed him.

Frigga left her son's chambers soon after he left. Walking down the hall, she frowned lightly to herself. It was a terrible thing of her and Freya to do to Loki, but he could never know. Her beloved daughter in-law was not as dead as Loki believed; Lecia the goddess of Empathy was still alive. She just wasn't alive on Asguard any longer.

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Years Later

Thor was going to be crowned King, Loki couldn't help but to sneer at the thought. In the last century he had lost the last piece of his family, the only link to his wife, he lost his little girl; his beautiful daughter as she fell from the Bifrost death surely consumed her. Now he was losing his chance to become King of Asguard. Loki would never allow his brother to know of his animosity, which would surely not end well. Beside he could never go against his father's word, but maybe. Maybe he could influence it.

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Author's Note

I know it's supper short, but this is just the prolog.

I don't own Loki, or anything MARVEL related. I Only own this plot and my OCs that will come into play.

Please leave me a comment or PM me and tell me what you think.

~Laney Rae