Thor,

You did not see me die, so you do not know if it was a dignified death or not. You do not know what I did or said, but I will assure you they will not know it was I being executed- between Odin's removal of my glamour to my refusal to speak, you can rest assured that Asgard does not know that one associated with you was executed for treason this day and that you claimed a brother in Jotunheim. You can continue, if you so wish, to believe that the monsters in the dark look as I do.

But I hope you will not. I hope you will consider what those stories have done to me and what it meant when you promised, as a child, to slay all of the monsters. What it meant for me to recall them years later when I discovered I was one of them. I hope you will consider this when you have your own children. Perhaps different stories are in order- stories of the wicked Chitauri who inhabit the void and lay torment on all those who trespass there- that, at the least, is true. Or you could stick to stories of adventuring when we were children to inspire a healthy curiosity in your own offspring.

Please look in on Sigyn now and again. She is still quite dear to me and she will be raising three children entirely on her own. They are beautiful children, smart and wise, and I hope your own may one day befriend them.

I cannot ask for your forgiveness for all the damage I have done to you, but I can put your heart to rest about one single thing- I no longer wish you would stop calling me Brother.

I wish I could hear you say such a thing one more time.

Loki.