Tagline: Even gods have breaking points.

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Dear Diary,

I found him.

And he wasn’t happy about it.

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The Shock

Loki turned the moment I stepped into the dimly lit corridor. His sharp green eyes widened.

"Doctor?" His voice wavered between disbelief and suspicion. "What are you doing here? How is this possible?"

For once, he was the one caught off guard.

But before I could answer, his gaze flickered—taking in my transformation.

The dress. The braids. The undeniable proof that I had been at Thor’s party.

And just like that, the moment of vulnerability vanished.

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The Walls Go Up

Loki’s expression hardened, slipping back into the mask of indifference.

"You shouldn’t be here," he said, turning away. "Go back to your celebration."

I didn’t move.

"Loki..."

"No." His voice was sharp now. "You don’t understand. You can’t possibly understand."

I took a step closer. "Then help me understand."

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The Breaking Point

Silence.

A long, suffocating silence.

And then—

"It’s suffocating," he whispered. His voice cracked. "Living in his shadow. Living in this golden cage, constantly being compared, constantly being... lesser."

He didn’t look at me. He stared past me, as if seeing something I couldn’t.

"Thor is the perfect son, the perfect warrior, the heir that everyone adores. And me?" A bitter laugh. "I’m the afterthought. The spare. The trickster who doesn’t belong."

He clenched his fists, his breath uneven. "I act out, I misbehave—because at least then, they see me. At least then, I exist."

I had no words.

Because what could I say? That he was wrong? That he wasn’t alone?

That wouldn’t change how he felt.

So I did the only thing I could.

I listened.

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The Moment That Changed Everything

When he finally turned back to me, his eyes weren’t just angry.

They were tired.

"I want to be known as Loki," he said softly. "Not as Thor’s brother. Not as Odin’s adopted son. Just… Loki."

And in that moment, I understood.

Because haven’t we all, at some point, just wanted to be ourselves—without comparison, without expectation, without judgment?

And so, I looked at him.

And I said, "Then be Loki."

No tricks. No masks. No shadows.

Just him.

Just Loki.