A/N: Trust My Rage deadass makes me cringe guys. I was such a fucking Loki stan that I woobified him and more or less wrecked everything that made his character so much fun in the first place. But I'm not a fourteen year old anymore, so I've actually read some books that aren't teen fiction and I know how real people work now. So here's me trying to fix shit while still attempting to keep the general plot of whatever the fuck Trust My Rage was alive.
Jormungand's fangs tear apart the one he once called brother.
He knew the battle was lost then.
Again
Fenris swallows Odin whole.
He does not know whether to laugh or weep.
Again
Heimdall slashes him deeply across the torso even as he slices the Gatekeeper's throat open. They fall to the blood-soaked earth. Heimdall stares with all-seeing eyes.
He bares his teeth in what must be more of a snarl than a grin.
This is his own Ragnarok.
Again.
Surtur's blade drives deep into the heart of Asgard, and there is light, and there is roaring, and then the heat of destruction—
And there is darkness.
Again.
Odin Borson, Allfather and King of Asgard, takes the wailing infant in his arms and watches as pale white bleeds away the blue. Much loss has been suffered this day, but perhaps one life may be spared.
Loki sees the battle-weary face of Odin and, of course, he begins to cry. Who wouldn't.
Through the confusion, through the dazed horror of all he has just remembered and witnessed and lived through, Loki thanks the Norns that he still has the good sense to take this opportunity to urinate on Asgard's mighty warrior king.