Loki's Downfall

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Something clicks inside my head. I'm unsure of what it is, intuition maybe. I know something has just gone very wrong...and of course, it must have. It's what happens whenever I leave Loki alone for two minutes.

Every time.

I always get a sick feeling in my stomach whenever Loki makes a bad move, or deceives his people and his family. It's as if I purposely take any ounce of accountability and guilt he can feel, and place it upon myself so he won't suffer. Why do I do that? I suppose the better question is why doesn't he ever feel responsible?

But this feeling is different. I don't have a sick feeling, I have an excited one. I feel...alive. But I know I'm not. I'm still up here.

Asgardian afterlife is almost no different than life itself. If anything it is a bit worse, because it's dull. There are no colors here, we're all just clouds of smoke. But I feel like so much more now!

Following my feeling, I peele away from the current situation and glide down to Asgard below. I look around for Loki, expecting to find him up to no good somewhere around here.

I know he isn't dead, if that's what you're wondering. Loki faked his death with that Kursed, very clever of him really, and I cannot believe Thor or even Odin didn't see it coming...I mean he's faked his death before!

I usually do follow Loki around everywhere, and I did for a bit this morning. But I had to stop after...after...

After he faked his second death, barely a week ago, he came back to Asgard and hid, monitoring the war with Malecith from a far, far distance. Once it was won by Thor, Loki revealed himself to Odin.

That was today, this morning.

Odin did not greet Loki with anger, nor happiness to see him alive. They had a seemingly civilized conversation, Odin greatly talking down to Loki, but it's not like any fights broke out.

As they spoke, the two made their way down to the part of the underground tunnels, the weapons vault of Asgard...the same place where Odin told Loki he was adopted. That's when I stopped following them. It's not that I didn't want to, but I couldn't. The relics down there, they terrify me. Being a spirit, I can hear all of the other spirits. And with all the relics...those spirits are crying because they were murdered. I can't handle that.

As I fly through the castle, I start wondering about what the guys could have been doing down there. There's plenty of old weapons for Loki to manipulate, plenty of ancient, torturous, and eternal tiny prisons Odin could trap Loki in.

Now I'm scared.

But I pass the throne room, expecting to see nothing. But I do see something, someone. It's Odin. This is what buzzed me? Odin? Of all people-

Oh no.

He couldn't have....killed him? Loki! Where is he?!