Asgard.
Such a beautiful place
With its glittering oceans and shining buildings
And the shimmering palace
That stretches toward the star-littered sky.
The sky that glimmers merrily.
Asgard.
That scorned place.
With its pointless celebrations
And wasteful jubilation.
Where the seeds of my hatred,
Of my anger,
My pain,
My sorrow,
Have been sown.
And nurtured.
So that it grew and grew and grew.
Fed by the shadow of my brother.
Fertilized with the ache of loneliness.
Thriving with the aid of a father's lack of love.
Asgard.
The place I called home.
And yet I never quite belonged.
It never felt right,
Like an ill-fitting puzzle piece.
I stuck out.
Not like a ray of sun, no.
That was my brother.
I was the void.
The gaping chasm
That tore through a land so close to paradise
And held that place back from perfection.
And people avoided me.
They knew I was there,
But ignored me and stayed away.
To be safe.
To escape harm.
From the monster that was there.
Asgard.
The place I wanted to call home.
The place where I wished to belong.
The place I ached to love.
The place where my fate,
My wretched,
Broken
Fate,
Was sealed.