Loki Laufeyson - Faint Echoes
Loki Laufeyson - Faint Echoes
I’m not conscious, but I am... something. I can’t feel my body.
I can hear muffled sounds, like almost voices but not quite, and some strange lights are dancing across my eyes.
Something is tugging at my mind, something I was worried about. Thor? No, that’s not it. Thanos? No, he’s dead. Probably just feeling guilty again.
I hear a sound unlike the screams and cries I have become accustomed to. It's a woman crying, and it affects me in a way it shouldn't. She sounds familiar. As I listen closer, I realise she is saying my name over and over. Her voice is filled with emotion - not fear towards me, but concern for me. That doesn't seem right. The only woman who ever shed tears for me was my mother, but this voice does not belong to her.
I strain my brain to remember where I know this voice from.
Another voice, familiar, but less so. A man. This one makes my stomach churn with guilt… why?
I get the sensation of movement, but no physical feelings are attached. Like I’m sealed inside a moving casket.
As I listen to the voices, some memories start to trickle back. They are hazy and disjointed, but they are there. Memories of my past life... my real life. I remember Asgard, my home. My father Odin, my mother Frigga. My brother Thor, who was always the favoured one. The jealousy and resentment I felt towards him. But then something else comes through, like a burst of light in the darkness. A woman… her face is blurred in my memory, but her voice echoes in my mind. I remember her kindness towards me, how she saw past my facade and tried to understand me. Her determination to save me from myself. And then there's Stark... Tony Stark. The man whose mere presence used to make me want to tear his head off - but now I feel nothing but gratitude towards him.
My thoughts are interrupted as I feel a sudden jolt and hear a loud beeping sound.
"What's happening?" The woman’s voice sounds strained and panicked.
"His heart rate is dropping!" Someone else shouts.
I try to focus on their voices, try to hold on to the memories that have just started coming back to me. But it's like trying to grasp onto smoke - it slips through my fingers no matter how hard I try.
Suddenly, everything goes dark again.