EPILOGUE
Far from the golden city of Asgard dwelling the roars of gods and fallen warriors drumming with its songs and festivities of battle and honor, while in the outskirts and edges of the land eternal, where the rivers falls down into Yggdrasil the world tree, hidden in the darkness where even Heimdall with his omnipotent sight is unable to gaze to is a small white light lit by a campfire on the barren edge with nothing more than a sitting figure covered by a fur cloak, staring at the stars in front of him with an empty gaze in complete silence.
This figure is none other than Loki, the blood-brother of Odin, the trickster god and deity of mayhem and mischief, these are the origin of his kennings, his titles as a god and all his stories that ever be told will be locked to them.
Loki looks in frustration and despair as he peers to the illumination of the stars, wondering as he dared to the memory that haunts him of nothing more than seeing the loud roars and cheers of Valhalla taking place without him, Loki decides to settle to his present position at the edge to question himself.
"Is this how I will be remembered as, just nothing more than the outcast and antithesis of everything the Asgard stood for, nothing else and nothing more", thought Loki as bile and hatred fills his very being yet only to change into nothing more than hollowness and sadness as he recounts it all.
Loki recounts all the stories of those above him. Odin the god of knowledge who rules as the king of all with his title all-father proving it more. His perfect son Baldur the most perfect of all the gods of Asgard without any flaw destines to be crowned as the next king and be loved more. His eldest son, Thor the god of thunder, known for being the strongest and most powerful of all Asgardian gods with his mighty hammer Mjolnir, his children the wolf Fenrir, the world serpent Jörmungandr, and the female being Hel the goddess of death born between him and Angrbotha who are all imprisoned and bound by the Aesir themselves while his sons born between him and Sigyn, Narfi and Vali also face scrutiny by their peers because of him.
Finally, there is Loki the unworthy and unwanted by both the Aesir and even the jotun yet still bound to the former of them. He was still lucky that his wife Sigyn still had faith and love for him and all of his children.
Despite his known trickery, he is still the one who helped to bring Asgard's most prized possessions such as Mjollnir, the hammer of Thor; Skidbladnir, a ship which belongs to Freyr and always has a favorable wind; even Gungnir, the prized spear of Odin. Loki had even ensured that the Aesir would win against the bet of a single Jotnar disguising as a builder to build Asgards greatest walls that would repel and defend the golden city from any forces outside. However, his only reward for any of them is plain, humiliation and hilarious marks at his very being, it was no wonder he was sulking all the time out of sight and never revealed his true intentions anyone but under lies, knowing full well how their stories colored him.
After all, Loki himself believed in the power of words and stories.
They held strange powers over many people as used by any ruler, Odin himself included would intent on keeping his throne and benefitting his kingdom better understood that power than the rest of the gods. There was a reason he was also considered the god of poetry after all and being greatly respected for it.
For even gods are bound to stories that in time will define their legacies, worth and their very identity to be etched onto time itself. As man's children in Midgard listened to these very stories of great kings and heroes, boasting of conquests and wars, of valiant deaths and evil destroyed eating it all up with shining eyes and eager hearts to their very dreams while in time unknowingly becoming word of law in man's own heart without even knowing. It was the hidden truth and power of kings and gods alike.
For history has always been written by the victor themselves in order to define the past and remake the future by their own influence and control.
With rash decisiveness, Loki decides the to visit the ones who know of his very fate, the three Norns themselves.
