Explicitly-Loki

Loki: Descent into the Void The Winter Solstice had fallen on Asgard, and as such there had been much merriment in the past days. Every night without fail, a banquet would be served in the Great Hall of Valhalla and everyone was welcome, peasants and royalty alike, to come and partake. It was a joyous time, when stories were told and ale was guzzled to the point of extinction. The festivities were that of legend. Every man, woman, and child was happy within the warmth of Valhalla, save one. This particular man walked through the deserted streets of Asgard, with only one thought on his mind. He had to get away. . . He had to leave, for the

Loki: Descent into the Void Chapter Two: Changed Sif waited, as she had done for weeks, waiting intently for the man who stood before her. Every word he spoke to her now-a-days was an anchor to her shattering world. "What news Heimdall?" She asked anxiously for the third time that afternoon. Heimdall, Gate Keeper of the Bifrost remained silent for several moments, his strange colored eyes staring off into the distance, seeing the goings on in Midgard with a well-trained mind. "Heimdall?" She asked once more growing antsier with each passing second that he didn't answer her. "I must see events before I can recount them, Asgardian." He sa

Loki: Descent into the Void Chapter Three The small band walked through the palace in silence, an uncomfortable unease filling each of them individually. The only exception to this feeling of turmoil was the prisoner. Loki walked with his head held high, his eyes locking on and condemning all those he passed. It seemed that news traveled quickly in Valhalla, for within a handful of minutes, the group was surrounded on either side by curious Asgardians, dying for a peek at the treacherous Son of Odin. Loki looked ahead, as if no one was there, ignoring the whispers and fearful glances his presences were garnering. The God of Mischief had

Loki: Descent into the Void Chapter Four The Celestial City of Asgard was as silent as a tomb. This was odd, for the sun was still high in the summer sky, but the streets were empty of all life and the shops were closed. If it had been a holiday or one of the Solstices, this would have made sense. But it wasn't a holiday, nor was it a Solstice celebration. It was a regular day to be sure, or at least it should have been. Frigga ran through the deserted courtyards of Valhalla, her skirts blowing frantically in the midday winds. The woman could only think of several times in her countless years of living where she had moved so fast. In h