Do you ever feel like you're alone? Like nothing in this universe matters, and then you meet someone. And that someone made the whole galaxy seem to hold a meaning. Not just any meaning, but an identity.
"How in the hell, did he survive that landing?" Ego yells, his hands firmly on his hands. His hair tied back in a ponytail, the young teenage girl stood beside him, her ivy green dress reaching her ankles, and her feet bare. Her hair in two braids, her antennas peacefully on her head, this girl stayed quiet. Ego kicks the life form, the body did not budge. Ego grunts, "wake it up," he demanded. The girl, Mantis, nods obediently to her master, descending on her knees and carefully moving his golden, horned helmet, placing a hand on the stranger's head. Her antennas glowing white, her eyelashes fluttering when she closed her eyes, "wake" she spoke through his consciousness. The asgardian stranger jumped to an awakened state, his forehead smacking into the empather, she was sent laying on the floor with a thud. The celestial watching the stranger, not concerning himself with his servant, but with the parasite who was now standing himself up.
He lived a life of lies, injustice, and neglect. He made gruesome mistakes. He was used, tortured, manipulated. But, sure, the God of Mischief can stay strong no matter what. Or can he?
Even the toughest cry. And when the toughest have gone through hell, they might take the path of self-destruction. Or at least that's the path that Loki took in the desperate need for something to change the void inside him--to make him feel alive again.
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"The problem is life itself. We live only to die, we exist to turn to dust, we can see only to close our eyes one day and never open them again. What's the meaning of all this?"
"Love?"
"I don't feel anyone's love."
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Note: Of course I don't own Loki, Thor or any MARVEL character. I only own the plot and some characters created to support the storyline.