king and me

This is my first month in jail.

My anger has not subsided. In fact, it is burning vigorously, and I failed to capture the earth, and I was still defeated by the so-called "Avengers Alliance"--to put it bluntly, it was just a few ants who opened the plug-in. It really made my self-esteem unbearable for a while, I destroyed everything I could to vent my anger, I really want to ask what the queen mother thinks, thinking that with this kind of silk sheets and soft beds, and, With these refreshments, with these exquisite furniture, I can make my prison life rich and bearable. I turned my cell prison upside down and nearly strangled a jailer who came to bring me food, I looked around at the ugly, lowly prisoners, trying to see the difference between me and them.

This is my second month in prison.

I finally calmed down, sat in the corner and watched the jailers clean up the wreckage left by my anger according to the will of my mother, and replaced me with new sheets, beds, snacks and furniture. I held a book and leaned against the window Instead of sitting, I didn't have much mind to read. I stroked the spine of the book, feeling the unique vicissitudes of Asgard's book collection, just like every god in Asgard.I suddenly remembered the book of earthlings called "One Hundred Years of Solitude", but then I couldn't help but think of some ant, so I stopped thinking, got up and called a jailer to ask the gods for me. Father Odin sent a message.

"Just say to him: 'If I was destined to die young, why should I suffer here?'"

Seeing the jailer in a dilemma -- of course he didn't have the guts to convey my outrageous words, I laughed out loud.

This is my third month in prison.

The number of jailers who brought me food was reduced to two again, I guess because I look as well-behaved as a cat --- I would rather be a leopard, knowing that they look harmless when they are peacefully inhabiting of.I've heard how Thor has made his mark, and he's rebuilding the order of the Nine, and now there's nothing between him and the throne, as Odin promised, while I rot in the dungeons, He will be king of Asgard.This is really the most exciting news I have heard since I was imprisoned.

This is my fourth month in prison.

No one came to visit me, as if I was expecting someone to come --- who would care about the son and brother they kept talking about being imprisoned in this dungeon.I heard that Frigga wanted to come, but Odin wouldn't let it. He better not let her come. Of course he shouldn't let his beloved queen share a room with a descendant of a frost giant.Odin himself was afraid that he would not even take half a step to approach my cell.As for Saul, he should at least come and laugh at me, or educate me.

"It's all your fault, brother." I amuse myself in the cell imitating Saul's accent.

So no one came to visit me, I was forgotten by all of Asgard, I stood beside the greatest, I was Odin's son, Thor's brother, and they are still honored, But in the dungeon, I can no longer see a look, just like the Seine River next to Notre Dame de Paris, flowing silently until the end of the world, no one will remember any waves.This reminds me inevitably of a certain ant, and I am pardoning her for a little longer in my mind this time, if she is here, will she come to visit me?

This is my fifth month in prison.

I read all the books that Frigga sent --- she didn't show up, but I insisted that she compensated me as much as possible with a comfortable cell, but she still didn't show up, so I made a fool of myself her phantom.

"Odin keeps sending me new friends," I asked her to accompany me day and night, watching the steady stream of fresh prisoners being sent into the dungeon. "It's really thoughtful."

"Aren't you interested in the books I sent you?" She asked with concern, sounding very real.

"Am I going to spend the rest of my life like this? Just reading books?" I asked lazily.

"I've done my best to make you comfortable, Loki."

"I know." I narrowed my eyes. "But what about Odin? What about Thor? It makes me feel sorry for them to worry about it day and night."

"Your father..."

"He's not my father!" I snarled, wondering why even my own phantom could be so obnoxiously real.

"Then what about me?" Frigga's eyes were slightly red, this is wrong, I didn't want her phantom to be so emotional, "Aren't I your mother too?"

"No, you're not." I gritted my teeth and replied, reaching out to dispel her phantom.

This is my sixth month in prison.

For the first time I created a vision of Vivian, but only for a few minutes.It must be that my memory of her is not accurate enough, she is not that beautiful.So I thought as I dispelled her phantom.

"You really shouldn't treat Frigg like this. One day you will regret it so much that your heart aches." This was the first sentence she said, which immediately made me prefer to deal with books and myself.

This is my seventh month in prison.

The bad news came, Malekith broke through Asgard, but the ether particles were not snatched, Frigga sacrificed, and Odin was distraught.The cell was destroyed again, and the jailer who brought me food turned around and ran away in fright.Although I don't want to admit it, the sadness overwhelmed my reason, and even made me lose control of the magic for a while, and the shadow of the queen mother was everywhere in the space of a few inches square.

"Go away!" I snarled, frantically trying to wipe away all the nothingness with my hands, "It's all fake, you're dead, go away, go away."

"Loki..."

Rocky.Rocky.Rocky.Rocky.Rocky.

Such a soft call knocked me to the ground, and I lay on my stomach crying, unable to resist every false comfort, my heart was overwhelmed--you know it is indestructible most of the time, it is only so Several soft spots were stabbed fiercely like this.

"I don't want you, Frigga, as long as it's not you, I'll do anything." I wailed in pain, gnashing my teeth and roaring, "Xiao Wei, Xiao Wei!"

I don't understand why things are so easy, maybe Vivian's phantom has always been ready, ready to be my support like it is now.She appeared beside me and told me to bury my face in her arms so that I wouldn't see Frigg's face again.

"That's all right," I heard Frigga sigh softly, "You have to love him."

The male pronoun indicated that the words were addressed to Xiaowei. When I raised my head again, Frigga's phantom had all disappeared, and Xiaowei's shining eyes were looking deeply at me.

This is my eighth month in prison.

"Say you're loyal to me."

"I am loyal to you."

"Who is your king?"

"You are, Loki."

I let go of Xiaowei's chin, and watched her kneeling obediently in front of me. My fingers slid across her cheeks and scrubbed her lips. My thoughts were only momentarily relaxed, and Xiaowei deviated from my control .

"You know I wouldn't say that, right?"

I was angry with her—just a phantom—that she dared to expose me, knocked her out with a wave of my hand, and then lifted her from the ground.

"Say you're loyal to me."

"I am loyal to you."

"Who is your king?"

"You are, Loki."

"Is this your truth?" I growled.

"No, you controlled me, I'm just a phantom you created."

"how dare you..."

"But I love you."

She was still being held by the collar by me, and her movements to hug me seemed difficult and funny, so I put her down so that she could hug me as much as she wanted.

So that's all I know subconsciously.

I emptied my mind, and no longer cared about whether it was stupid, so I lowered my head and kissed her.

The author has something to say: No.1 claims to be incompetent, but for the sake of emotional line, Jishen has to be softer anyway. . .