Loneliness
A week from now, my nameday and Thor’s hasty coronation will occur. A week. I do not feel cheered. The opposite, in fact. I do not feel like I am going to be older by a year next week. And I still do not think that Thor will make a good king, at that, with him newly into his adulthood and how he has been behaving.
If only Asgard would see that, especially Father, Mother and Thor….
Eh. I could visit Jötunheim to use the jötnar as bait to disrupt the coronation, to postpone it….
It is not the first time that this thought has entered my mind. And again, I dismiss it. People already think that I am not good enough, mature enough. This stunt will only exacerbate it, badly.
Maybe, a week away from this festive ambience – that does not include me – will spark an idea…?
I might even be able to have some companionship of my own. True companionship.
Where to go, though? What to do? What to be, even? So many possibilities….
Well, if I wish to be truly anonymous, not antagonised right away, and perhaps even get a friendly companion to spend the week with….