I still remember that time.
The time when I was being tossed down into abyss.
When I was—
"…Still having a sweet and innocent eyes."
A slight grin shortly appeared in his lips.
Loki turned his eyes to the window.
Watching down night view of the city always stirs some 'sentiment' emotion. He rather decided to let it flow as much as it could. Maybe someday, he could also make it perfectly kneeled to him, too…but not now.
Strangely he was rather enjoying it.
Am I still being captivated into abyss?
Maybe right.
The deep stirring of the emotion was felt not that hurt, even rather could enjoying it.
At least, that would be the kind manner of being the god of mischief; who always should present the finest despair to beings.
"…"
he was always alone.
Since the time he decided to…or even before. When the time he faced the truth, that he was always all but the stolen relic.
Anyway he decided and tried to keep it that way.
[ …Brother. ]
He slowly grabbed the wine glass.
It is fine.
The stirring was getting deeper just as used to be. Only that.
He kissed the wine glass and drank the all of the left wine.
No more than that.