Loki woke up with a start, unsure of his sudden scare. He sat up in his bed, blankets tangled and matted into a pile from his tossing and turning. He took a long calming breath, placing a hand over his eyes, rubbing away the blur from his vision. He hung his legs over the side of the bed and raked his fingers through his hair, pulling the stray black locks out of his eyes.
After a moment of silence, his mind deep in thought, trying to recall the dream that had given him such a fright. When nothing seemed to surface he got to his feet and made his way into the bathroom. Turning the faucet to full blast. He scooped the cool water up in his hands and splashed it over his face, letting it drip along his features before scooping more. Satisfied, he reached for the towel beside him and wipes away the lingering drops, allowing his gaze to cross the stare of two crimson eyes staring back at him. A dark grin playing on it's pale blue lips.
Loki dropped the towel and stumbled back, tripping over his own feet and falling back onto the cold tiles. His back slamming against the ground, knocking the air out of him. A cackle came from the mirror as the blue bodied being looked on with amusement.
"Y-you.." Loki managed to mutter out. Carefully he got back to his feet and slowly approached the mirror. "How?" He cautiously reached out, touching the mirror with the very tips of his fingers. Suddenly the blue being snatched his arm and pulled him closer. Loki screamed as he tried to wrench out of it's grasp. He watched with horror as the skin where the creature touched turned the same inhuman blue. It raced up his arm, spreading along his face and torso like wildfire. The soft green of his eyes was over come by the crimson that bled over it. "Let go Monster!" Terror rose with in his voice.
The being laughed at his foolish attempts at freedom. "God of lies, see the truth as to who the real monster is. You are the creature of deceit and betrayal. A poisonous snake that whispers lies into the minds of the innocent. Your bond with everyone you hold dear is destined to decay and rot as should you."
Loki froze. Those words piercing him like a dagger. The Jotun was right but he refused to believe it. Every fiber of him refused to see that truth. His emotions become a swirling torrent of confusion. He closed his eyes and shook his head "No. No! It's not true." His desperate refusal only made his emotions more unpredictable until his rage claimed it's victory as he smashed his free hand into the mirror shattering it like ice. It exploded, shattering the beings body into tiny fragments. Dust from the pieces fell like powdery snow before a morning's breathe.
Loki opened his eyes to see the being gone. The mirror was smashed, tiny shards embedded in his fist. Blood mixed with the water from the overflowing faucet. The towel crumpled tightly in his grasp. Red stains speckled it's soft white material. Just as he had feared, he no longer knew what was truth anymore. The line he so gingerly walked between nightmares and reality had indeed blurred. Now he was falling and he knew not of when he'll finally reach bottom. His entire being had become the greatest lie of all.