"And then what? "

Slowly I thread my fingers through the water in the little pool.

"And then you will cease to be Loki."

I had never been one for Oracles but in this instance, I thought it best to ask. Like the midgardians are fond of saying, 'speak now or have your lips sewn shut by some smelly dwarves'. Perhaps that's just me.

"Will they ever know? That I didn't have a choice, that Thanos-"

"That is unclear."

I nod even though I feel like screaming.

"Will I know? Will I still be me?"

There is a pause.

"Until such a time that are not, you will continue to be."

"Thank you. That is very helpful."

I try not to roll my eyes, I did a lot of things I am not proud of to have a few measly questions answered and this was what I am being given. I have one more question but I struggle to bring myself to ask it.

"Will Thor hate me?"

There is a long pause as Mimir ponders.

"I see no time, in all the Ages, that this could be true."

"You mean it isn't possible or that you can't see that far?"

"You have asked all your questions."

I sigh.

"But prophecies do not always come true, do they? After all, nothing is set in stone. So I could change everything. I have powerful magic, I can rewrite things from here, can't I?"

"You have asked all of your questions, son of Odin. It is up to you to find the answers."