Loki
He needed to find...
He had to...
He didn't know...
Something about a woman...
A beautiful woman...
His eyes hurt... everything hurt...
Why was it so foggy? It was hard to see...
He wanted to go home...
Was he home?
This felt... like home...
Had he always been here?
He must have always been here, he couldn't remember anything before this...
It was cold...
He didn't like feeling cold...
Maybe the storm would pass soon...
He hoped it would pass soon... his hands felt like ice.
He wanted...
Something...
He didn't know...
There was a reason he was here...
But he couldn't remember...
Maybe he didn't want anything...
He couldn't... think...
His head hurt...
Which way did he need to go now?
He just needed to look around...
And then everything would be okay...
He couldn't see...
Why couldn't he see?
He was cold and blind and frightened...
He was so scared... he wanted...
He needed... he had to find...
This fog was unbearable...
He couldn't see or hear... could he speak?
He didn't know... his lips were frozen...
It hurt him to move...
He could feel something... a tree...
This tree felt safe, he would stay here.
Until he found...
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Loki stands in the centre of a grassy lawn, taking shelter under a tall tree from the snow which fell heavily around him, melting into his cheeks and hair and armour.
His hair had turned a ghostly white, his eyes had lost their icy blue, his irises being diluted by the whites of his eyes, rendering him blind.
Fear overcomes him. He stands in Niflheim, abandoned and alone. With the last of his strength, he whispers three desperate final words into the glacial wind... his lips cracking and breaking painfully as they rip through their icy coating.
"Y/N... I'm scared..."
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Loki's Endgame
FanfictionLoki Laufeyson. The story of attempted redemption, heroism, villainy, heartache and love as a mad Titan threatens the entirety of existance. A full novel based on the @TheLokiPOV Tiktok story. Y/N format.
