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The room was cold. The air was damp, and his seat was uncomfortable, but he wore a subtle smile. He was half lost in memory. "Oh," Loki chuckled shortly, his green eyes glazed and sightless as they twitched about to watch invisible things, "She is fire, you should know. Only the Lady Sif has ever bested her- and that was only once, and I from what I understand the circumstances were weighted against her rather unfairly."                                ••• "Simply tell her." Thor gave a laugh between confusion and incredulity, glancing at the

Let go. He told himself it would be easy, after everything he had learned and did, it would be easy to just let go and let it all be swept away in the eternal darkness of the abyss that licked up at him, eager to swallow him whole. Just let go. I cannot go back to this life. A pang shot through him, one he tried desperately to just ignore, but it was painful and pierced him like a sharpened knife. I don't regret it. I don't regret any of it, and I do not regret this. There was much too much grim satisfaction in the final moments he saw etched into his brother's face as as he was trying to save him from the abyss below. I do not want to be sa

     Minor language/violence! You were scared, hungry, cold and, above all, alone. The scratches on your arms and legs- where you’d run through bushes and thorns and who knew what else- were stinging, and you rubbed your hands along them. They stung even more, but it was the only way you could think to get warmer. In your haste, you’d forgotten even a sweater.          And now it was nighttime, with the moon shining full up ahead and the air frigid, the wind biting at your skin and the trees doing very little to shield you. Your feet ached, even when you finally sat down, and your head throbbed from so little sleep.