Truth and Hero
Post Infinity War, and here Loki is not dead.
It's my first time writing a fan fiction, please give me reviews and tell me if I have made any grammar mistakes!
Prologue
'I am Loki, prince of Asgard… Odinson, the rightful king of Jotunheim, God of Mischief.'
'I assure you brother, the sun will shine on us again.'
'You… will never… be a… god.'
Loki truly understood what was the meaning of 'no resurrections' this time, he knew completely what Thanos wanted — he would never give up without taking his life, so he surrendered, at least to keep his brother alive, at least to die a glorious death, because, he, was too tired to be that evil villain anymore.
Slowly he opened his eyes, the image was blurred and the light was bright, so bright he couldn't see anything clearly.
Valhalla?
Is it?
Am I worthy to be here?
Can I see you again, my dear mother, Frigga?
'Yes, it is.'
'It is Valhalla, my child, you have done this,' he saw Frigga sitting beside him, he saw his body on the ground and his hands in shining silvery white.
He doubted.
'Valhalla is for all those who died gloriously in a battle, it doesn't matter who you are, or what you have done,' there Odin appeared and said, while Frigga looks at him in disguise.
'He is way too young for this,' she said to him.
'That's why I have something for you,' continued Odin, 'Gram, the truth sword.'
And as soon as he said that, a luminous blue key appeared on his hand, it was called Brotherhood.
P.S. Gram, the truth sword is in the Marvel comics, I took its properties but the story is definitely not the same.
Cover credit to Lya Chen on ig (acc : lyasmind)
