JOTUNHEIM: VICTOR
He tried screaming, he tried slamming the walls, he tried magic, nothing worked. The quiet winds that echoed softly through the closed space slowly started sounding like tides of hopelessness that caressed his face and whispered ominously into his ear "You're gone... no one will remember you... you're never leaving..."
Victor tried to shut the sounds of dread out of his head, clinging to his shreds of rationality, insisting: "This isn't real. I can survive this. I won't bend."
Victor kept those sentiments repeating in his head, reiterating them, time became fluid, irrelevant. He began to feel restless, he would irregularly crack a humourless smile at random intervals, snicker without reason as he caresses the wall as the sounds of reason started to fade from his head.
"I'm never getting out..."
"This can be over..."
"The only reality was Loki."
And after insurmountable hours of perseverance, pain, and pandering, Victor broke.
He cackled maniacally.
He felt glorious.
