Loki: Descent into the Void
The Winter Solstice had fallen on Asgard, and as such there had been much merriment in the past days. Every night without fail, a banquet would be served in the Great Hall of Valhalla and everyone was welcome, peasants and royalty alike, to come and partake.
It was a joyous time, when stories were told and ale was guzzled to the point of extinction.
The festivities were that of legend. Every man, woman, and child was happy within the warmth of Valhalla, save one.
This particular man walked through the deserted streets of Asgard, with only one thought on his mind. He had to get away. . . He had to leave, for the sake of all those merry-makers, and his sanity.
The man had no idea where he was going, but it didn't matter, as long as he got away from the person that had caused his pain.
Loki stood at the edge of the city of Asgard; his shoulders bared high in the blizzard, despite his low spirits. The sense of betrayal filled him to the brim, making his hands sh