Diary of a Dead Man

by LadyLorena

Odin holds Loki's diary in his hands after the execution. He has his own thoughts about what he might find there, and he hesitates to read it at all. Let the dead stay dead. But he opens the cover anyway.

11. Chapter 11

She appeared in my dreams last night. One day closer to my execution and all I can think about is Her and how I failed Her, even though I did take vengeance for Her death. Would She be proud of me for such a thing? Would She look upon me kindly and allow me to explain why I did what I did after? I could not return to Asgard and surrender to the dungeon. I cannot willingly clip my own wings.

Would She kiss my cheek after I fell to my knees to beg forgiveness of Her? Would She comb my hair and braid it as She calmed my fears and assured me that She would intercede on my behalf to stop my impending execution? And if She could not, would She hold my hand as I walked to my doom? Or would She be forbidden, only granted one final audience in the hours immediately prior, far too short a time to fit a lifetime of words unspoken?

My dear Mother, I wish you were beside me.