I dreamt terrible dreams that night. I dreamt of my own painful execution. Fire ripping through my clothes; the smell of my own burning flesh and of singed hair. Jeremiah laying dead at my feat, his dark skinned burned and his dark eyes lifeless and staring into nothingness.
"Loki, wake up. It's time," a quite voice said. My eyes flutters open, I saw his eyes looking into mine,
"Let's go," I musters all my strength and I could feel the cold starting to surround me, and at that moment I felt a serge of my power Coming back to me.
An: Sorry this chapter is so short.
Do you ship Loki and Jeremiah? Leave a note.
YOU ARE READING
Misunderstood
Fanfiction"I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burden with glorious purpose," I say out loud but inside I feel alone and frightened.
