This prompt was fun because there are so many possibilities to explore – so, of course, I went with angsty Loki, because that’s just what I do, I guess. But also fluff! This can be read as part of the Sanctuary ‘verse, but doesn’t have to be. Anyway, I really hope you like how it turned out!
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Sometimes, when it comes to Valkyrie, Loki feels as if he standing at the edge of a cliff. The drop is steep and terrifying and the rocks at the bottom promise a crushing oblivion. His feet are planted firmly on the ground, but they are too close to the edge and he is leaning over too far. Eventually, he will lose his balance.
The worst part isn’t that the fall will kill him. No – the fall will merely smash him into a million sentient pieces once he hits the bottom. When that happens, he will lay there, unable to put himself back together. He will stare up at the cliff he’d fallen from, and he will remember how good it felt to be up so high and how foolish he was to believe it could last.
I'm a defeatist but I don't have to be 