Unnamed Loki fanfic Chapter 1

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WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS THEMES OF PAIN, AND SADNESS I am falling. There it is. Pure and simple. If only the reality of it was so easy. My father – no, Odin’s last words to me, are ringing through my head on an endless repeat. Like phantoms, they refuse to leave me be, even as I fall to my death. I hear my supposed brother cry out as I disappear from his sight, and he from mine. However, I have already accepted my fate. If this is the end, the fates have seen for me, I will not fight it. I’m done fighting. When I do it only makes things worse. I thought for Odin’s approval as a child, and it hurt worse when he favored Thor. I fought in Jötunheim alongside my so-called brother, yet the very words he chose when I tried to complete it were “This is madness, brother”. I scoff at the ridiculousness of it. The one good part of discovering I was lied to my whole life, and I am actually a stolen child of the Jotnar, is the fact that I am not related to Odin, or his oaf of a son. “Or Frigga,” my thoughts cruelly remind me, but I try to push it to the back of my mind. The last thing I want to be thinking of in possibly my last moments is sentiment. I suddenly get pulled into the gravity of a planet, and now I’m falling faster. I try not to think about that quite yet, and instead examine the planet. It’s not one I recognize, which is odd, considering I have the education of a Prince of Asgard. Upon a closer look, I can see that it is a moon. And not even a large one, at that. It is an odd sight to behold. The light and shadows seem to be constantly, and rapidly, shifting in small bursts. I brace myself as I enter the atmosphere. Almost immediately, I catch flame. I ignore it for now. I try to angle myself in the least painful way possible. I continue to plummet down to the small moon. I nearly passed out from the agony of my skin burning. Even in this moment I find a kind of twisted satisfaction in the realization that this hurts much more than Thor’s lightning ever could. I distantly register screams from below, while flickering between consciousness and unconsciousness. I hit the ground painfully, and the last thing I can make out before I pass out, is two people running towards me, my sight too blurred to make out their features. The world goes black.