Four years had went by quietly and calmly for Asgard, as I had wanted it to be, ignoring the petty threats of the other realms, while relishing in the splendor of ruling at last.
I had awoken one morning, in my 𝘰𝘸𝘯 room. It felt funny to be waking up in it, after what had been going on, in my life in my travels, and search for purpose- glorious purpose that is. As I arose stretching, I walked over to my window, it overlooked the vast apple orchard, this room at one point, was a nursery that eventually became my bedroom as a child, I remember it, even if I claimed to not have any recollection of it... 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳...𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘴, 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦- 𝘵𝘰 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦, 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮- 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦- 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘖𝘥𝘪𝘯'𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦- 𝘐 𝘏𝘈𝘋 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦....I glanced down thinking about my Mother, for a moment, still feeling the regret deep inside. I drew in my breath then exhaled, as I went to my wardrobe and changed into comfortable clothes before taking the form of Odin. I exited my Bedroom Chamber and headed down the hallway to the Grand staircase, to the Grand Hall, the smell of breakfast filled my nostrils and lungs. I found that I would be eating a full meal, something I hadn't done in the longest time, it seems. As I entered the Grand Hall, holding Gungnir, I sat down at the head of the table, the royal guests, whom were Odin's friends, looked at me, "ah good morning, I hope everyone had a restful evening?" I asked, "why yes we did Odin, how have you been since upon hearing the death of your youngest son Loki?" the Lord asked me, "it was tragic really, I am still not over his death completely, aside from his older Brother he was truly great" I replied "I will honor his legacy by having a gold statue erected in his memory, for what he did on Svartálfheim" I answered, "I am sure he would have been overjoyed by your kind gesture your majesty" The Lords Lady replied "your youngest son sounded so brave for what he did" she mentioned, looking saddened. "Indeed he was" I answered her, "but he would want me to know that his sacrifice was not in vein- he allowed himself to go down, as my Wife had done, in Valor" I said. "And how shall you honor his legacy as well as building a gold statue of him?" asked a second Lord " I will write a play for the Kingdom to honor, his memory, as well as what he did for his family" I said placing some egg onto my fork then eating the fork full, as everyone else started eating as well, I planned to savor this, as I couldn't remember when the last time I ever had a meal, let alone enjoy one. The palace statue sculpturist came in and I made the request "if you wouldn't mind, I would like a great golden statue of my youngest son Prince Loki made, make it as big as our other grand statues of my dearest family members who have passed on" I requested "as you wish your highness" He took my request, "I shall be busy the rest of the afternoon composing the first drafts of my play that I will be writing in his honor" I added, the other Royal's nodded in agreement "today will be marked as a national holiday in my youngest son's memory as Prince Loki Appreciation Day to posthumously remember his legacy" I concluded as the guests at the table agreed "hear!, hear!" they rose and raised a toast. As I nodded and raised my glass as well "to Prince Loki!, the bravest young son of mine who defied the odds while, making the ultimate sacrifice, for the family he loved and the Kingdome he loved even more!" they did a final toast before sitting back down and finishing their breakfast. Later that day at the Asgard library, I started writing the first few drafts of the play that was to be casted within a week, since I felt that it seemed necessary I gave it quite the title 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙙𝙮 𝙊𝙛 𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞, penning it was quite easy, I had the Palace servicemen go out and post flyers seeking auditions for the roles in question, I felt intrigued at writing it, that to be sure that this would be a great play I wrote, several drafts editing each one to make sure it sounded superb, walking out onto the open theater ledge of the palace where the royal plays were preformed, made me remember seeing the plays and becoming quite fond of them. That now it made me feel even more pleased that I was actually writing one myself, after all these years. I figured it would be a great way to commemorate my 22nd Birthday in my memory, so I declared it to be a National Holiday as well. The following week the morning was peaceful, the day of the Grand unveiling of my newly finished golden Statue, and later on, the premier of my Glorious play!....
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A Man In Search Of Glorious Purpose: Book Five
FanfictionBorn to Laufey The Frost Giant King. Loki Laufeyson was born quite small for a Frost Giant's offspring but when Laufey abandoned him in the Jotunhiem Temple to die. during the Jotun-Asgard War he was taken in by Odin. And raised on the realm called...
