The war was furious and unbridled. Liters upon gallons of Jotun and Æsir blood flew through the air and stained the patches of snow on the steps of the frozen palace. Storming steps, screams drowned out by swords and fire, it was indeed a frightening sight.
Far from the chaos, a woman, in her arms and covered in furs, a baby. I assumed it was Loki, from the look the woman gave him just before saying goodbye. Odin, riding Sleipnir, the majestic eight-legged steed, took one look at the baby and decided to take it with him.
Years passed, and I realized how similar my life was to his. The coronation, the deception, the betrayal, the death of his mother. In the end I knew, no matter how much I try to run from my genes, I will always be the fucking spitting image of him.
The battle of the bridge brought back memories of when I found myself hanging from it. But he decided to let go, go away and betray everyone. It was his decision.
He made me feel ashamed when the projection showed the second time he faked his death. Usurping the throne in that way, absolute dishonor, as an individual, worse still, as a son.
But after leaving Odin stranded on earth, there was nothing, well, there was, but nothing from my mother, or my sister, or me! Just what happened in Sakaar, Ragnarök, and his death, which made me jump out of my chair.
- Wait, what? That can't be it – I shouted, my chest was heavy and my lungs couldn't process that much air, - Hey, hey! Calm down, what are you looking for? - Mobius tried to soothe me, - Oh, something so simple as my birth!! Play my mother's...please - losing my temper was the last thing I wanted, but it was happening.
His eyes looked so...shocked. He did as I asked thought.
My mother's life was good, unhappy, but good. Exiled from her planet for treason, and stranded on earth.
Her hair was different, reddish, almost the color of blood when she dries on a rotting corpse. Her musculature was rough, she had so many scars and charms etched into her skin, her icy blue skin. She was isolated in a forest called Ironwood, therefore, the locals named her "The Witch of Ironwood".
She met Loki when he succumbed to human pleasures, driving him into a lethargic drunken state. She pulled him out of his condition and healed his wounds.
A couple of few weeks had passed, between they understood each other, and could even say that she came to love him, but then Angerboda realized that she was pregnant.
- Really? Dear that's amazing! - Seeing Loki so happy about us..."Fenrir, if you could see his smile right now" I thought with a smile and a warm feeling hugging my heart.
My vision, "I loved you from the moment you opened your eyes after hearing my voice calling your name", was not a hoax, it was a memory! He actually said that as soon as I emerged from my shell. Fenrir was running and jumping on Loki's lap, wagging her tail at how happy she was. For just a few moments, we were a family.
- They will be our knights, the bringers of Ragnarök - my mother said looking at us as I wrapped myself around Loki's arm, she saw us with great expectations and a lust for power, which gave me chills and terror.
Loki jumped up and took a defensive posture, still with us in his arms, - What are you talking about? - Angerboda wanted to get closer but my father stepped back, - Think about it my love, we can rule this world, conquer the nine realms, we will be unstoppable - Loki pushed my mother with a blast of power to the other side of the room, positioned me over his shoulder and he embraced me and Fenrir.
- OVER MY DEAD BODY YOU WILL TURN MY CHILDREN INTO MONSTERS!! – he shouted, his eyes bright blue, summoning his armor and daggers, ready to fight my mother.
But she was more cunning, it was the moment when time froze for me. With her powers, my mother erased the memories of my father and forced him to go back to Asgard, making him believe that he had never met her, and eliminating any hint of our existence.
Then, she took our few memories of him, and lied to us all of our lives.
The armor I wore turned out to be true, he did leave it for me, but the letter was written by my mother, she didn't die the night when the bright beam fell on our house, she had been manipulating my life, since the moment of my coronation, 'till the moment I fought Thor.
- Wow – Mobius was shocked, but I was stunned, numb, speechless. My eyes open wide, my jaw clenched, and my body absolutely irresponsive.
The sound of the drops colliding with the golden pool of tears under my chair deafened the allegations of the guards who made their way into the room. They forcibly grabbed me and dragged me all the way back to court.
I didn't even had the strength to blink, I just let the tears do their thing, as did the guards. - Revealing, isn't it? - The judge spoke, but I didn't pay attention.
Dying like that, or simply ceasing to exist, didn't matter to me. I couldn't go back, and wherever Morgan was, I knew my friends would take good care of her, she would find love and maybe even forget that selfish plan.
Stop feeling so ... miserable, tired, exhausted from so much shit, it didn't seem so bad, apart from that, my presence really seemed to get the judge out of her shit, so, that was the best for everyone.
- A deal is a deal – she spoke again, holding one of those glowy sticks, "I'm sorry Morgan, I'll see you on the other side" and then she hit me and I was gone.
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