[ A god is a story, a mythoform making of themselves whatever they want if it aligns with their role. Loki has rejected his and rejuvenated it as best he can, for the longest time feeling that was the grandest edit he would ever make during this chapter to his life. Part of him agrees that Nico is right, he's Loki's little Ghost King with a right to claim him; and his eye twitches involuntarily as he considers it, uncertain why it feels very, very right and simultaneously silly.
He wraps up Nico in his arms, holding onto his young anchor as he swallows a hard lump, sturdy-legged despite the rumbling earth beneath them. ]
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He wraps up Nico in his arms, holding onto his young anchor as he swallows a hard lump, sturdy-legged despite the rumbling earth beneath them. ]
Tell me.