Not quite. In my memory, we existed long before humanity did. Even when I was a boy, I was told my people had fought against Asgard for generations, failing time and time again.
Whether or not all that truly happened doesn't necessarily matter, though.
I didn't think of it that way until I started writing, TBH. When I realized I could shift stories in a way that reflected myself, I thought... someone else must have done the same.
Before, I would not have said that's much of a weakness we had but . . . [ he shrugs, looking a bit sheepish. ] . . . Self-reflection is difficult to navigate.
His weakness was his first love. A girl with silky black hair and glowing green eyes who nursed him back to health when none would even look at him. He hated everyone, as was his nature, yet that memory haunted him still. Millennia had passed and he was no longer the boy she cared for. But. For a split second, he remembered her kindness and wished for it once more.
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Why tricksters exist to begin with. It's hardly just a human invention.
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Is that the lore of Asgard?
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Whether or not all that truly happened doesn't necessarily matter, though.
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Still. Being a reflection of humanity. I've never thought of it that way. Our interactions with humans have always been so limited.
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Perhaps that's a natural transition. From mischief to story. I doubt I can do it though.
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[... he's not counting the one co-authored by a demon.]
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You have a far more extended family tree than I do.
[ he grimaces. ]
Or Odin hid and killed them all.
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He's nearly or as powerful as the All-Father, even Thor could not defeat him without my help.
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What did he want?
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[Loki knows firsthand, as that is why he was allowed to live.]
For fear itself to rule over all. He aimed to destroy the Nine Realms with but a feeling.
But as his author, [he considers for a moment] I think he was lonely.
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Sometimes I wonder what it is about Asgard that makes us so . . .
[ he trails off, not even sure how to finish that. they were gods. untouched by time. living on the evenstar of the universe. and yet. ]
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His weakness was his first love. A girl with silky black hair and glowing green eyes who nursed him back to health when none would even look at him. He hated everyone, as was his nature, yet that memory haunted him still. Millennia had passed and he was no longer the boy she cared for. But. For a split second, he remembered her kindness and wished for it once more.
And that is when Thor was able to strike.
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