Loki now knows that he will never win his father's favor. Because of being a blasted Frost Giant. For being his very self. All he wants is acceptance. No more pain. No dull ache in his wretched heart.
Maybe a lady from Alfheim may help.
Iris Blackery is crazy. Literally. But when she stumbles upon Harry Styles, or more like almost-ran-over-by, she begins to open up her lonely, crazy mind. Can he cure her crazy? Or worsen it? All she wants is to not be alone, and pizza.