He had let go, The Allfather had shown his dissappointment and he would never forget the sorrow and deceit the Allfather had inflicted on him.
Loki drifted between the realms, unmoving as his mind continued to go over the Allfather's words, over and over again. Just relive the pain that had struck his heart. He was stolen, a stolen artifact that was just used for someone's own gain.
His cold heart started to freeze over, more than it did before that is. He could feel his true nature, he was aware of it now and he knew it will be the only thing to get him through this.
"Who are you?" A voice whispers to Loki, making him alert. He looked around as he drifted, wondering if the insanity has finally tipped the boat he had held so tightly onto before. "Can you hear me?"
He hadn't imagined the voice, he knew he wouldn't have done so a second time . . . unless insanity finally has settled in for drifting so long.
"Hello? I'm Lacey Doncastor, who are you? Can you see me?" The voice was filled with so much concern that it unsettled the God of Mischief.
I am Loki. He thought, still looking around for the source of the voice.
"I'm Loki." He manages to say, his throat and lung's screaming at him as his mind continued to feel the drain of his magic that was keeping his life live on.
"Why are you out here, all alone?"
"I fell from my home."
"Do you need help getting back?"
"I can never go back." Loki says, feeling the ice strengthen around his heart.
"Then I'll keep you company until you find a new one." The voice whispers, making Loki feel like he was comforted by it - and he didn't partially like that feeling.
"Where are you, Lacey Doncastor?"
"I'm on Earth, why?"
How can the voice be on earth when he was drifting between the realms?
"Lacey Doncastor?" Loki speaks once again, but the voice didn't reply.
She didn't for what felt like an eternity, but in truth, it was only when Lacey fell asleep once again did he hear her voice.
