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Author’s notes: The penultimate chapter for this story, folks, so here let me thank you for all your attention! Special thanks to Brievel and Trickster32 and a few more who have not only been reading but providing quite a few nice/interesting/entertaining observations, thoughts and remarks! Thank you very much also to those who have voted about the sequel, and I hope I’ll see you again in the continuation that will be posted soon, titled Mummy… which will be in Loki’s POV again, but focusing on Laufey instead of Atlanta. - Rey
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I blink my eyes rapidly, repeatedly, but my sight remains blurry.
I can hear sobbing. Maybe it is she who is sobbing. Maybe it is I. Maybe we…. I no longer care. I cannot care.
My entire life has been a lie.
I am a jötun. I am a monster.
I am not an ás. I am not Odinson.
Odin the thief. Stealing a jötun. But why? What for? He already had Thor! A far better prince. Far more of an ás. Truly an ás.
Asgard would never – will never – accept a jötun as their prince, even just a spare prince.
Father – no, Odin – said that Thor and I were born to be kings. Is that why…? But what about Mother’s – Frigga, Frigga, Frigga – reason?
I thought she truly cared for me. Why did she lie? Did she care for me as a front, an obligation to a monstrous offspring not of her own?
Not hers. I am somebody else’s. Maybe this “somebody else.” A jötun in the guise of a civilised being. Just like me. Quite like me, even in looks. My mother, after all. My mother, the monster.
The monster that is gathering me in her arms, presently.