Anonymitea64
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"Your heart is horrible. Black. You have killed people through ignorance. Through boredom."
Loki listened with his mind blank to the words tumbling from this five-year-old's tongue and wondered how it knew what ignorance meant.
"Look at your hands," it said pointedly. "They're awful, aren't they?"
Loki looked at them obediently, stunned out of his senses, something which never happened. He was the one who frazzled people's senses; and here was this practically a new-born in comparison to him, telling him of his sins while he blundered!
He felt his nostrils flaring and lowered his hands with some force, his face stretching into something perhaps an opponent would find threatening, but this child only looked at him curiously with a strange solemn glimmer in its eyes as it watched him.
"I admit that I have no idea what you're talking about," he said flatly.
"They drip with black," the child pronounced. "Black which doesn't belong to you."
"Explain yourself."
"It's blood." It nodded when his expression became blank. "Of the people you've hurt. Killed."
After Thor is banished to Midgard, Loki becomes king of Asgard. He encounters a strange child on earth, gifted with the ability to see the truth about the person she looks at. Moved enough to care, Loki visits her a few times before disappearing, resurfacing years after his attack on New York with his lips sewn together, in golden chains and his magic in shreds, pursued by half the universe and an outcast to all who know him except Henrietta Knott, the aforementioned child.
Bear in mind: This story is a clean story, but deals with some heavy topics like madness and torture.
Loki in this story is as he was until Disney made changes to his character which I am treating as non-canon.
Please Note: This is all a story. There is only one God and He loves you :)