Falling
Loki falls.
It is so, so far away from everything he has known. Far away from everything he doesn't know. He has been falling for so very long, and yet he still remembers everything as if it was a mere second ago. Perhaps it was. Here in the Void, he has lost all concept of time.
He wonders if they miss him in Asgard. If they mourn.
Of course they did not mourn. He is a Jotun, a monster, and he cannot be missed by those in Asgard, because he was never an Asgardian himself.
But still he wonders.
He has fallen so far, and he still has seen nothing. There is no relief; he cannot die and he cannot live. In the Void, everything is nothing.
He falls, and as he falls, he remembers, because there is nothing to do but remember. He wants to remember, and yet he wants to forget. He wants to remember what it was to be loved, and wants to forget it because it was a lie. Wants to remember what it was to be held by his brother, and wants to forget it because he has no brother. Wants to remember everyone he loved, and wants to forget because they did not love him back.
He falls.