It had been many hundreds of years since Loki had last stood in this spot. Though the imprint of the Bifrost had long been eroded away with weather and time, he knew it would have been here that he and Thor were delivered to play, for his magic worked best when he connected to places he had already been. It allowed his body to follow the echo of memory, a tug stronger than abstract thought. Though being stood here once more did make him think of Thor.
He had been younger then, though nearly as tall as he was now. They were not yet men in their majority, still boys in the eyes of the law and their family, and so they had only been allowed to come to the safe realm of Midgard to explore. Mortals, after all, could pose no threat to princes of Asgard, even ones so young and inexperienced.
It was a bittersweet memory, to think of times so happy. Times before he had begun to see how great the chasm between he and Thor truly was when it came to the affections of Odin and Asgard. Times before he had known all that his life had been built upon was a lie. Times before he had been a monster.
To see that the land was mostly unchanged was pleasant, though he knew that now there were roads and towns not too far from this unspoiled stretch of coastline. He walked forwards a few paces in the long swaying grass and looked out over the glittering sea.
"There are cliffs not far from here, they were my refuge in the months I spent here in my youth. Though I suspect you may be more interested in visiting the local shopping district than indulging my whims for nostalgic travels."
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He had been younger then, though nearly as tall as he was now. They were not yet men in their majority, still boys in the eyes of the law and their family, and so they had only been allowed to come to the safe realm of Midgard to explore. Mortals, after all, could pose no threat to princes of Asgard, even ones so young and inexperienced.
It was a bittersweet memory, to think of times so happy. Times before he had begun to see how great the chasm between he and Thor truly was when it came to the affections of Odin and Asgard. Times before he had known all that his life had been built upon was a lie. Times before he had been a monster.
To see that the land was mostly unchanged was pleasant, though he knew that now there were roads and towns not too far from this unspoiled stretch of coastline. He walked forwards a few paces in the long swaying grass and looked out over the glittering sea.
"There are cliffs not far from here, they were my refuge in the months I spent here in my youth. Though I suspect you may be more interested in visiting the local shopping district than indulging my whims for nostalgic travels."