Drop The World (Loki)
The ice was in his veins, on his skin. It was in him. His eyes were blood red, always but hidden by the lies. He was cursed eternally.
No matter how much he fought to get to the top, his father pushed him away or just put Thor closer.
So he took a turn in his planning. If he could not make it work on Asgard, maybe on Midgard he had a chance.
He had been lied to. It didn’t seem wrong to Thor, but his word was his pride, that’s why he was silver tongued. He murdered and bribed for his brother, only to find out they were as related as two wenches in the Midgardian brothels,
He was gone, always gone. Always too far to be reached by the Asgardians
It always hurt, but Thor couldn’t see. He was frostbit, always but in a situations. Wall closing, roof caving, crooked minds, people staring, always with a prejudice he hadn’t known.
He’d been taught to hate himself. He’d been taught to hate his whole existence. That was not right. Odin did not have that right to change his world, to mold it in his head.
It was time for rebirth
Time to take that World and drop it on Odin’s head.