Tagline: One son falls, and another takes his place. But at what cost?

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Dear Diary,

I saw it.

Thor’s downfall.

And Loki’s rise.

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The Banishment

It happened fast.

One moment, Asgard was alive with celebration. The next, the Allfather’s voice silenced everything.

"Thor Odinson..."

The accusation rang through the great hall. The weight of Odin’s words was suffocating.

"For your arrogance and reckless actions, you are unworthy of these realms, unworthy of your title—"

The crowd gasped as Odin gripped Thor’s hammer.

"And unworthy of the love of those you have betrayed."

I held my breath. Thor looked stunned.

Not angry. Stunned. Like he hadn’t even considered this as a possibility.

"Father—"

"I cast you out!"

And just like that—

Thor was gone.

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Loki’s Reaction

The silence that followed was unnatural.

I glanced at Loki.

And saw it.

That split second before the mask settled.

Where his expression was—

Not pleased. Not triumphant.

Just shocked.

Like he had wanted Thor to fail but never expected it to actually happen.

Then, just as quickly, he schooled his features. Calm. Indifferent. A shadow of a smirk.

I wasn’t fooled.

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Frigga’s Parting Words

I found Frigga later in her private chambers.

She didn’t look surprised to see me.

"So, you wish to return home?" she asked gently.

I nodded. "It would be... best."

She smiled. Kind. Patient. "Then it shall be done."

There was a pause.

"You care for him, don’t you?" she asked.

I blinked. "Thor?"

Her smile deepened. "You know who I mean."

I swallowed. Did I?

I wasn’t sure.

Not yet.

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The Farewell—Or So I Thought

I found Loki alone.

The throne room was empty, save for him.

I hesitated. "I want my notebook back."

He barely glanced at me. "Oh?"

"You stole it."

"Borrowed." He smirked, producing it from thin air.

I reached for it—but he didn’t let go.

Instead, he watched me. Too closely.

"Leaving already, Doctor?"

"I have a job to do."

"Pity." His voice was light, but his grip on my notebook tightened.

Then—

He leaned in.

A breath. A shift in the air.

And then—

A kiss.

Just a brush of his lips against mine. Soft. Unexpected.

And gone in an instant.

"Consider that your payment for my services," he murmured, smirking.

I opened my mouth—to say what, I don’t know.

But then—

The world shifted.

And I was home.

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Dear Diary,

Loki kissed me.

I don’t know what to do with that information.