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I was in a void. Around me there was nothing. No light, no sound, or no touch. It was considered impossible to be here and survive, and yet I was here and lived. My stomach hurt terribly without food, my throat was dry like a desert.
I do not know how long it's been since I dropped here. I was hoping that I'd die when I let go, but obviously my wish was not granted. And now I was doomed to remain here in the void. Forever.
I had no oxygen, no food or drink, and yet I lived. I do not know how or why, but I knew that I don't have anything. Due to the lack of food, I was not able to move, let alone try to somehow get back. I tried at the beginning, when I ended up here, but I failed. I was a failure even at the end.
I could only remember my stupidity and mistakes. But it was too late. Thor and Odin must have hated me now and definity would not look for me. They have no reason. After all, who would want to save the monster.
I could only remember the last time in Asgard and Odin's words.
„I destroyed them, Father. I could do it. For you. For all," I said desperately.
„No, Loki."
Still, I could hear those two words that Odin said to me. I tried to hate him and Thor, but I always just end up hating myself even more. For my weaknesses. After all, I was always worse than Thor and Odin. I was nothing. I meant nothing to the man I called Father.
Have been several times I thought about how it would be, had I not let go. I'd probably end up in prison or executed. After all, who would have mercy with me, but everything would be better than this.
I looked around and saw nothing. There was nothing around me. No light, not even air or water. Everything I considered unimportant, suddenly looked so appealing. I tried to recall Asgard's sky, but I could not remember what it looked like. I barely remembered Asgard itself and my family, and even then only vaguely. I could not properly remember the faces of his parents and Thor. No, not his parents. They were Thor's parents. I should remember that. Monster like me did not deserve parents or family.
Yet, sometimes I was still wondering if there was anyone in Asgard who mourned for me, but probably not. Everyone treated me like I meant nothing, so why would anyone mourn me. Perhaps Frigga might, but even with her I was not sure. Not after I tried to kill Thor. Her son.
I've regretted the day I stood up against Thor for so long, but it was too late. I could sacrifice all of my magic but I would still be unable to take it back. He probably became king, now that the obstacle called Loki was gone, while I will eventually die here. Alone and abandoned.
I was wondering how much time has passed and how long it will take to finally die by either starvation or dehydration. Then, I felt something. It was very strange. Suddenly beneath me was a small ray of light that gradually grew. From the sudden light, I closed my eyes and then I just fell. I still had his eyes closed and then I just felt a hard impact. Afterwards, darkness came.