Prologue
Stupid Thor.
The idiot who failed due to trying to mock his sworn enemy.
Poor guy who is swayed like a broken kite after lost his parents, friends, also his remaining brother.
The loser who cut the neck of the enemy off so easily that went crazy in vanity and despair.
"Loki, it's you."
Pathetic who sit down and talk to it for hours when see a black cat or snake on the street...
My pathetic brother.
"You became the thirty seventh CAT Loki and come to see me, haha. You used to prefer snakes, but I guess now you like cats?"
Seriously, stupid Thor Odinson.
"Our people go to Valhalla after die. So did our mother, so did our father. Dear little brother, do you think I can go to Valhalla?"
I hate you, so softened Thor Odinson.
The cat rub its fur on his large hand. Rough fingers skillfully tickle its chin.
"Maybe I will be kicked out at the entrance, because I couldn't even protect my younger brother. Well, I rather hope so. Imagine without you even in Valhalla... I can't stand it."
Silly brother.
"So, cat, I hope you're not really my brother. I want him not to ever know what we've said here because he's in Valhalla."
Seriously, so silly.
Loki stood helplessly just swallowing tears. It's been a long time since Thor couldn't see or hear him, but his pride never let him to cry loudly. It might be because Loki doesn't want to see Thor just passing by, with no attention to him.
It's been a long time since Loki stopped nagging Thor, too. He still wants to talk to his surviving brother. But at the same time, he doesn't want to.
Because he's scared. He stabbed a hundred times and was shunned a hundred times, talked a thousand times and failed a thousand times, and hung around 10,000 times and was ignored 10,000 times. The more he approach, the more empty fill the space. The dead's place next to Thor is such like that.
Loki wants to cry because it's so funny to see THE MIGHTY- THOR drinking alcohol in the isolated small room. If he were alive, so not float around as this kind of ghost, but if Loki were next to Thor as usual as lived. If so, would things have gotten better? Wouldn't Thor ever broken himself and trembled in the misery?
Thor, I'm here.
I want to alive.
So sick and tired of being with you even after died.
I didn't wanna die.
I'm sorry to say that I couldn't go Valhalla, but looking at your fool now, I can't go even if I could.
Unlike you, I can't go Valhalla even for dead.
So get a hold of yourself and live your life.
Please listen to me.
Thor
I regret my death.
Save me.
I want to start over again.