Hello! After too long, another chapter appears! This one is more a flashback since my version of Asgardians are an amalgamation of MCU, Norse Mythology, and headcannon. This would be more in line with the last two more than anything…
Hope you enjoy it anyways!
ToastyThief
He bore no yield from his commander, Odin All-father, his blood-brother. His will knew not the limits of a mere man. His scowl showed no concern for the heathens of this heinous battlefield. It twisted into a wolf's grin as Loki glanced at the assembled warriors.
There he stood. Alone. A singular man against thousands of soldiers of this unholy battalion that dared to raise arms against Asgard. The violent storm brewing around him; the rain falling with the velocity of a million arrows; the wind howling and gusting pass him with the brute force of a battering ram. Loki paid no heed; it was his own storm, after all. His flickering eyes, never deciding on a color to settle on as if lit by prismatic fire, gazed into the bloody landscape of fallen soldiers from both sides of this accursed war, and then into the battle-ready soldiers that exchanged their own contemptuous leers. They assumed that they were ready, teaming forward with the wax and wane of the tidal energy emitted by Loki's bloodlust. Not another moment was wasted. He charged forth into the heart of the opposing legion, silent as the graves his opponents were to fill; with one loud, thunderous roar, they followed with an eagerness borne of assumed victory.
His power was incomprehensible to the poor dears. One by one, each soldier fell before the Trickster god like leaves in the autumn cold. His swiftness was untraceable. The soldiers lost sight of him as quickly as they gained it, before falling to his furious attacks. His courage was unrivaled. The spears and swords intimidated him not; Loki even gladly welcoming the danger they would bring, for the danger he brought would soon quell their existence.
Pity none would be able to testify other than Heimdall and Loki himself.
He'd never cared overly much for praise anyway. As one of the eldest gods, he required no worship to continue his existence. The fire he had given Humanity at their creation was enough to sustain Loki.
A pity Ragnorok was to start soon, he had rather liked this iteration of their lives.
