I am falling.

Falling into the dark side of the universe.

Leaving the grip that kept me bound to Asgard. To Thor. To the liar I thought to be my father.

Keeping to fall, I see the darkness swallowing me. Continuously bringing me to somewhere...

"In the aftermath of the battle, I went to temple and I found a baby. Small for a giant's offspring. Abandoned, suffering, left to die. Laufey's son"

"You're our son Loki"

"Brother!"

I'm leaving all of that behind me.

Odin, the Allfather.

Father of all the gods in all the nine worlds.

He's just another unworthy king. A liar, an Asgardian. Someone without heart. Someone that kept me away from the truth.

Thor, the mighty. God of Thunder and such an idiod.

An horrible brother and definitely not ready for become a king. I would be better than him.

I am a king. And my subjects have betrayed me. Their king.

I'm feeling such a strange sensation, like if I am dying but more painful because I am still alive. An hole in my chest, in my stomach, still eating me. Expanding. Letting me feel that there's no one for me anymore. No one ever been with me. Wait... No. That doesn't mean anything.

I am alone in all the nine worlds.

And a bunch of new feelings are building inside me: hate, anger...

I have to destroy.

I have to redeem myself.

I'll show to all the realms, who's the real king.

The new me.

Loki Laufeyson.

But for now I'll close my eyes.

Because I am falling.