The snow in Asgard always looks more romantic than on Earth, and the rootless water falling from this island floating in space is lighter than elsewhere.
When the fluttering snowflakes fell on the window, ice flowers spread from the edge of the window frame, and the shadows of several people could be seen dimly.
Loki, who was wearing armor and a cloak but not wearing a crown, looked very cold. He said to the two attendants and a ceremonial officer in front of him: "I'm sorry, but what I said is true. Asgard doesn't
If we no longer need so many attendants, you can go home."
The two attendants lowered their heads and looked at each other. The etiquette officer raised his eyes and glanced at Loki's eyes. Then, he asked in a deep voice: "Your Highness, I'm sorry, but can I ask whose order this is?"
"You are my attendants, and this is of course my order." The expression on Loki's face began to look a little impatient, but he still explained patiently. However, the three people opposite had no intention of leaving at all.
.
Loki didn't say anything more, "Don't you understand what I'm saying?" or similar threatening statements. He directly took out the hammer from his waist, weighed it in his hand, and then said, "I'll return it later."
If something happens, if you don't leave from here, I can only find another way and ask you to leave."
The three people in front of Loki glanced at the hammer in his hand, then looked at each other, then bowed and left.
Loki could even hear the whispers as they left.
But Loki was not angry. He just weighed the hammer in his hand, then looked at the hammer and said, "Now I understand, the hammer is indeed very useful."
He sighed and turned to leave. As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw another figure wearing a robe and a crown waiting for him at the end of the corridor. That was old Loki.
Loki walked over and said, "Why are you here?"
Old Loki shook his head and said: "I am different from those young boys. I have to remind you, do you know what you are doing?"
Loki lowered his head and smiled, then looked up at old Loki and said, "It seems that you are quite adaptable to staying here, much better than others."
Old Loki's eyes were calm. He turned around, stood by the window, looked at the heavy snow outside the window and said: "I haven't been home for too many years. Even if this is not my home, it is better than the end of barren time.
Much better.”
After saying that, he turned his head back, looked at Loki seriously and said, "This is not what you should do. You can't order them to leave here, and you shouldn't order them. You are not the king of Asgard.
"
Old Loki sighed and said: "In your universe, Thor has become the new king of Asgard. He has always protected the warriors of Asgard. If you treat his subordinates like this, you will not only create more trouble between the two of you."
It will serve no purpose other than creating conflicts."
"Do you think Thor is stupid?" Loki asked.
Old Loki sighed and said: "Thor is the stupidest person in the world, but at the same time, he is also the smartest person."
"He always behaves stupidly, informally, and doesn't know how to look. He seems to be unable to see anything. But I know that it's not that he can't see it, he just doesn't care."
"You underestimate your importance in his heart." Loki looked at old Loki and said, "Do you think Thor won't care if these people treat you poorly?"
"Isn't it always like this?" Old Loki showed a wry smile and said, "I'm not the heir, who will care about me?"
"But you are still one of the only two princes in Asgard." Loki looked at old Loki. Although he used the second person, he seemed to be talking to himself: "You are Odin's
Son, Thor's brother, why do you think they won't care about you?"
"But in their hearts, I am not as important as their subordinates." Old Loki stared into Loki's eyes and said: "Whenever I have a conflict with the Asgard warriors, whose side does Thor stand on? In the end, he was
Who do you think is being unreasonable?"
Old Loki looked at Loki with a mocking look and said: "Half of your reputation in Asgard is so bad because of your good brother. He will never understand you and will only think you are naive."
,Then, apologize to others on your behalf.”
"Expecting everyone to truly understand you is the most naive idea." Loki said without giving up:
"Everyone has their own sufferings, and everyone has their own busy schedules. If someone is willing to spend an extra second to understand your suffering, it means that he loves you."
"Why can't you ask for more?" Old Loki said with hatred: "Why are you never the most important person to others?"
When an old Loki and a young Loki stood face to face, it was as if they were looking in the mirror. Every question they asked was not a question to the other person, but to themselves.
"Maybe, it's just my bad luck." Loki's tone seemed a little light.
But after hearing his answer, old Loki seemed a little sluggish, and then he asked in a broken voice: "You just accept your fate like this?! You obviously still have so many opportunities! You are very young! Can you still go back?
Asgard! Why can’t you go for it?!”
"What to fight for?"
"You have to be the most important person in a person's heart! Loki! Ask yourself!"
"Why are you always second? Why is there always someone more important than you? Why is no one paying the most attention to you?!" Old Loki's tone was like waves in the wind, each wave becoming stronger than the other.
higher.
"Why do you always want to be what other people think you are?"
With just a few words, the waves in the storm suddenly calmed down.
The old Loki looked at his young self, with tears in his eyes. He wanted to raise the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't control it. Instead, he said tremblingly: "I always think that if I didn't leave, maybe
, I have gotten everything I want a long time ago, but I understand that even if I don’t leave, I won’t get it..."
"Why do you want to be what others see you as?" Loki repeated the question again, but this time, he was no longer asking the person opposite.
"Loki, since you were born, you have been an orphan abandoned by the world. You should not have existed in the first place. Only when they love you and pay attention to you can you feel that you are not redundant." Loki murmured softly.
Looking at old Loki with tears streaming down his face, Loki's tone deepened, like a piece of music playing to the end.
"But if someone says he loves you, you will think he is lying, because you know that you are redundant."
"If someone loves you with actions, you will feel that you are not worthy, because you know that you are redundant."
"When will I be able to reconcile with my own existence?" Loki's green eyes shone with moist light, like the jadeite at the bottom of a spring. He suddenly changed his pronouns, looked at old Loki and said:
"How much love do I need to get from others to prove to myself that I should exist? How much response do I need to get to convince myself that I will always get a response..."
"...I don't know." Loki shook his head and said: "All greed in this world is essentially pessimistic - if you don't have it now, you think you won't have it in the future. If you can't have it all the time, you feel
Never."
Loki looked down at the hammer in his hand again, and then said: "Even if I have it, I will still resent why it is not enough, why I can't always have it, why others have it but I don't."
"Greed is the curse of all intelligent life. It makes us endlessly long for others and never be satisfied. While we love each other, we hurt each other."
Loki took another half step forward, looked into the cloudy eyes of the old Loki, and said, "And the reason why I can act more calmly than you is because I admit it."
Loki smiled, but it looked like he was crying.
He looked at Old Loki and asked seriously: "Too many people have told me through their actual actions that the end of the road of greed is to lose everything."
"Have I reconciled with myself? No, don't I want to prove my existence? No, have I recovered from my illness? No, it's just that when I think that I will lose everything, I am willing to do it."
Old Loki pinched the window frame with his fingers and pinched veins. Where his fingers touched the window, the ice flowers slowly dissolved.
Loki sighed and said, "The reason why you are still unwilling is because, as long as you don't go back, you can assume that they will exist forever, but will they really exist forever?"
"Stop talking." Old Loki's Adam's apple trembled violently, but Loki continued speaking quickly: "It's not that you have to hang out with those brats, and it's not that you don't have the ability to leave there.
A deserted land..."
"It's just that you know that Ragnarok is bound to come, and you are powerless to change everything, but as long as you don't go back, Asgard in your memory will always be so beautiful and brilliant."
Old Loki, whose face was full of tears, was silent.
After a while, he looked at Loki's young face, suddenly showed a smile, and then said:
"You're right, I remember everything there, every cloud, every drop of water, every dusk, every thunderstorm that swept across the sky."
"Perhaps, I can never return to my hometown, but maybe, I have never left my hometown." The old Loki smiled and shed tears.
When Loki raised his eyes to look at him, he saw the evil and playful smile unique to the evil god Loki in his eyes.
"Perhaps, everything you said is right." The old Loki lowered his arms, stood in the light reflected on the snow, and said in a brisk tone: "But you are only wrong a little bit."
"I can't do anything about Ragnarok? No, Ragnarok will never come..."
Old Loki stretched out his hand, and Loki slowly opened his eyes because he saw a light spot appear in Old Loki's hand.
The light spot slowly grew larger, emitting a soft light, and when the light dissipated, the tiny bit of cold light revealed the endless stars of the universe.
In the cold light coming from the heavy snow in the sky, Loki's attention was attracted by the small universe. When he looked through the stars in the universe, Asgard, which was no different from reality, was also falling.
There was a heavy snowfall.
Thor led his comrades rolling in the snow, Odin inspected his fleet, and Frigga used magic to restore the frozen fountain to its original state...
When he saw the sparkle in their eyes, Loki understood that this was not an illusion or magic... this was a real universe.
When Loki looked up at Old Loki again, he had disappeared, and even the traces left on the ice flowers had disappeared, as if he had never existed.
Loki followed his instinct, slowly stretched out his hand, and pushed open the window in front of him.
But outside the window is not Asgard with heavy snowfall, but a warm and cozy study room.
An old man sat in front of the table, and when the firelight of the fireplace shone in his eyes, it was like the rays of the setting sun shining on a piece of green moss.
He blinked sleepily, picked up his quill, and began to write an ending to a story.
But Loki stood in front of the window, shouting into the empty snow.
"Who are you?!!"
The birds in the distance were startled, small black dots fluttered, then turned into ashes and fell, and the firewood in the fireplace was almost burned out.
The last word was written, but the creator seemed to still have more to say, so he picked up the pen again and added an annotation to his favorite story recently.
Amidst the noise of the wind, Loki heard a voice coming like a hallucination.
"Unfortunate people don't have to look for their own existence in others. What can best prove their existence is their beautiful and gorgeous inner world."
"The roar of an angry person is like a song, the tears of a sad person are like a painting, and the unfortunate person should write a wonderful story about his tenacious life of overcoming misfortune and suffering."
"Let go of your inferiority complex, wipe away your unwillingness, throw away all self-pity and self-pity, I only wish that the sword and pen are clanging, the wind and clouds are thundering, and wherever you look, everyone can hear my cry."
"If one day I become a small spark in the boiling furnace that forges the iron will of others, the voice of emotion that rises and falls for wonderful stories, I will regard suffering as paper thin and choke the throat of fate.
Prove my existence."
"who I am?"
"I am a child, a child who likes to listen to stories, and a father, the father of all stories."