Literature
You Cannot Be
Loki had laid waste to his cell, no regard any longer to a single object within. His foot covered in a mix of the red juice of the fruits he’d stepped upon and the blood of the wound he’d caused in his pacing, and hadn’t taken note to.
In his rage, had been a burst of anger, defiance, and finally denial.
And here he sat against the wall, his form too weak to stand, and he tried to think; he tried to make sense of what could have happened since the moment the illusion ended. What began and how it ended. His eyes scanned the room as he picked at the palm of his left hand.
Can’t be, he thought to himself. She would hav