23 July 2012
I look at you. Each and every day. I watch the venom trail down the rock, splashing into your eyes. I hear your screams of pure anguish as it burns you alive. I try my hardest, I really do, but the bowl I hold is shallow and provides little relief. I have to turn away and listen to the screams again. I can't disguise the horror that is on my face when I look at yours. At least I hold a small form of relief, however bittersweet it may be. I watch your hollow insides knit together, I see your immortal blood heal your wounds. It turns what was charred black to pink and soft once again. I know that you were never faithful to me, I knew that all along. But somehow, you are my husband, and I will never stop loving you. The gods of Asgard will pay for what they have done to you... My sweetest, darling Loki.
Got bored. Reading a book that starts with a scene like this from Loki's point of view, so I flipped it. :-)
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