Darkness, nothing but darkness. I am a prisoner of darkness. I cannot see anything. I cannot say anything. All my past times are unavailable to me and I cannot read for my eyes are sewed shut. I cannot speak because my lips have been sewn together, again. This is my punnishment.
I am as miserable as ever. With my sight and voice taken away from me, with that dratted dwarfen thread. Atleast last time I had my beautiful wife with me, my lovely Sigyn. They forbade her to come near me. They dragged her away from me as if they thought I was a danger to her.
They were wrong. Her presence was the only thing keeping me sane. It hurts just thinking of her. I have not seen her for decades, not since they last releashed me. They thought it safe enough to let me roam Asgard freely and take away the thread holding my lips together. But to let my wife be near me was apparently not. I wonder what they thought I'd do to her or why they felt the need to hurt me more, by ripping her away from me.
I would give anything to hear her voice again. But even if they let me see her now, I would still not be able to see or speak to her. I could only feel her and hear her soft voice. Even that would be a mercy.
But I doubt that even she, the godess of Fidelfity would stand by me after what I have done. I do not expect to see her again ever. She is lost to me. For I am Loki. The god of Mischeif and Magic.