“It ripped out my wings, so yes, it did hurt,“ Loki shrugged casually.
“Is that why you look like the devil?” you asked him venomously.
Loki laughed, the tone mocking yet confused. “Sweetheart, I am not the Devil for she answers to me!”
“She?”
“Yes, what else did you think? What you call the devil, I call Hela; Mistress of Darkness; Godess of Death. My daughter…”
Shocked you took a step back. You knew so very little about the Norse Gods and that currently didn’t serve you well. If the devil was his child, what did that make of him? You swallow your fear, voicing the question that was burning your tongue. “But a fall from heaven got your wings got ripped out?”
Loki smiled vicious at you, his eyes riddled with malice but also with a whiff of craziness in them. “No, I did that myself.”
His answer startled you and you felt a little bit frightened. “Why?”
“Because Odin had them trapped between the gates to Valhalla. In order to be free once more I had to pull myself free, tearing them from my back, and that is when I ‘fell’ from your so-called heaven!” he spat, hurt and betrayal apparent in his words.
You felt your stomach churn at his words and you could almost imagine what it must have felt like. You shuddered at the thought. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because you deserve to know what happened to me. Because you deserve to know why I rip out your wings to make them mine!” suddenly the God took a leap and grabbed your wings, plunging you into darkness as a searing pain ripped through your back.
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