He rose above them, not unlike a god, standing much taller than the rest.
His eyes let them know, regardless that he was outmatched,
that they have not won.
They will never win over him.
Binding and gagging him like a mongrel,
They have not won.
He will not yield and give them the luxury of a kick nor a scream.
They have not won.
Even as their smirking mouths are removed from his sight, he stands tall.
They arrive on Asgard in a flurry of magic and hands reach out for the mighty Thor.
They hiss and flinch away from him, yet he stands tall.
They have him at their mercy,
Yet they have not bested him.
They have not won.
He is forced to kneel before the king, he does so gracefully.
He does not bow his head,
For they have done nothing to deserve his respect.
They have not won, his eyes tell them.
There is a speech littered with nonsense, the court listens with greedy ears.
They are all here for the ending, the trial of a god.
He feels his face break into a smile as they remove his gag.
His king looks down upon him, discomforted by his smile.
You
Have
Not
Won
Their king calls to him
Loki Laufayson.
His heart flutters in recognition of this name, his eyes flick to those of his mothers.
There's acknowledgment of that name in her eyes.
He finds his mouth is open,
Already, he has a plea on his lips.
For anyone,
He would plea to his mother.
Please still love me,
Of all of you.
Please.
Call me your son.
Her eyes look past him, unable to handled the silent plea from his own eyes.
His lips draw into a tight line.
You have not won.
You can not win.
You can not hurt me any longer.
You need not
Love me anymore.
Loki's eyes fall to the golden floor below him as his sentence falls upon his head.
The punishment of the
Withdrawal of
his mothers love
Harsher than any of the Kings.
He mumbles
You have not won.
His voice small and stubborn
Like a child
Who denies his failure.
Who had long ago
lost.