Okay, this is a pretty short one, I just want to use this one to cover some backstory from Loki and the reader's point of view. I am going to be, again, using my own birthday. Anyone who has a birthday in winter can imagine it's theirs, but everyone else just has to deal with my selfishness because I ain't givin it up.
BACKSTORY! BACKSTORY! BACKSTORY!
it is the why do they do what they do, of the what do they do?
Asgard—1719, March 17—Midguard Time
It was early in the morning, the stars were still smiling over Asgard, and Loki passed the windows as he usually did, not even bothering to look out at the beauty of the clear Asgardian nights.
He had done something he'd regretted yesterday. He'd told his precious YN that she would be better off dead to him, told her that she would never see Valhalla because she was too vile to go there.
He'd made his pretty little jewel cry and run away from him. He did not need to be blue in order to be a m