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He end's up in a cell alone.
There's not much of a trial not for him.
Son to many.
Son To no one.
He laughs at them and even though they don't know why.
They tremble.
He know's something they don't.
They feel it in that moment.
When he laughs.
Something dark this way comes.
Then he stops.
They brush it off.
Content in their immortality.
Loki Laufeyson.
The Unwanted Son.
Loki Odinson.
The unwanted Trophy.
So he doesn't say a word.
Laughs himself silly.
For he know's how it will end.
He fell so far.
He fell so fast.
Experienced so many things.
The Lover of Death is not so kind but he is full of himself.
Easy to trick.
Easy to fool.
Loki.
God Of Mischief.
God Of Lies.
God Of Evil.
He has no Equal.
Even Death pales in comparison to Ragnarok.
The end of all things.
He laughs, For He know's.
In the end their will be nothing.
And even Death herself weeps for the lost.