Loki: Why I Began the End Read Online Free

slurping would drive his mother and myself to madness the first few weeks. People feared him, too, which I could marginally see, as he seemed to inherit his father’s fetish for playing pranks. Being without limbs by no means inhibited him, either; I was always very impressed by how well he could execute a prank. I needed only to hear a sudden bout of screams to laugh and know that Jor was behind them.
         Hel was the third and final child to be born to us, almost an entire hour after Jor. There were two things that made her very distinct from her brothers: the first being, of course, that she was female; the second being that she had a humanoid form, better resembling her parents. However, I did worry about her the instant she was born, as she appeared to have been born unhealthy. The entire right side of her body was a healthy pink, and with her bright grey eyes and flowing black hair, she was rather more beautiful a child than I thought Angerboda and I could concoct. However, the entire left side of her body was shriveled and pale, like a dead body in decay. But it was quickly proved by how her wrinkled, deformed left fist strongly grasped my finger that she was in perfect health. And knowing that she was in perfect health, she was quickly the most beautiful thing in my eyes. And clever, too. But it was more a sensible sort of cleverness, which was often irritated by her brother Jor’s incessant and childish jokes.
     
         I was—and still am—the extremely proud father of extremely fine children. They were not at all what I had expected, but that make them all the more fantastic. So there is no way I can ever forgive myself for allowing them to be treated as they were. Could I have possibly been more selfish? It could have been the highest-gauged amount of selfishness known to existence.
         I had told Odin about my children, and he many times visited with them. Now, I could tell that Odin appreciated them as I did—as people, and not monsters. He understood them best out of all the Aesir—which was how his worry came to be, I guess. He told me that they bode ill for the Aesir, that they would be a great danger to them—and to himself most personally. He then put it to me that as his sworn brother, I must allow my children to be divided across the world. At the time, he made it sound like they would be given important duties, and it was my own greed for the Aesir power that allowed myself to be fooled. I had been discovering my new powers since becoming an Aesir, the chief of which was the ability to transform into any shape, any being at will, which worked wonders for my hunger for mischief. And so, ensuring my children that their new homes would be good for them, I assisted Odin in relocating Jormungand to the sea, first. Jor took to the water very well, which put my heart at some little rest. Then, Hel was sent to be chief caretaker of the underworld. Though a very powerful position much suited to Hel’s intelligence and strong will, I knew it would be very dark and rather lonely for her.
         Given the current circumstances, I can’t see how Odin punished my children, yet still singled me out for a reprieve.
         The worst of all was Fenrir’s fate, in which I was the most deceived. Odin invited him to live with us in Asgard, so that he could “keep on an eye on him”. I’d thought I had a difficult time being accepted; Fenrir’s difficulty was greater. As soon as his wolfish form stepped over the threshold, Heimdall, the Ram-Helmed guardian of the Bifrost Bridge, brandished his blade.
         “Put it away,” Odin commanded. “This is Fenrir, son of Loki. He will be staying with us here in Asgard.”
         I would have been far more comfortable with a sudden uproar of verbal rebuttals, but no one would vocally refute Odin. Instead, they all stared between Fenrir and myself with venomous, threatening gazes.
         Ugh. Venomous...Let me rephrase that...
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