[Hammer Base] White Night

Today, Asgard is as peaceful as before, the new king's celebration salute seems to be still echoing, and the palace walls are still shining with golden light.

A young female warrior walks through the city, her jet-black cloak covering her weary but thoughtful face.She crossed the knee-high grass of miscanthus and came to the big tree, which was empty of leaves.

This tree has an owner, and four letters are engraved on the trunk, which is a small but profound name.

She dug a dagger out of the overburden under the tree, held it, and spent the day looking for it in Asgard.She wants to find that person.

Under the starry sky, the altar was solemn and solemn, and the bell rang out dull syllables, dragging out distant echoes in the empty square.

The long boots stepped on the half-person-high miscanthus, and the slow steps were very light.It didn't take her much trouble to see the person she wanted to see so much at the moment, but who she was particularly afraid of meeting.

Thor stood in the middle of the altar, gently ringing the bell with his own hand, the moonlight streaming across his face like a tide.

The wind was very strong, blowing in the bell, his knuckles knocked on the metal surface, and the crisp sound of joints could be heard after the end.

She stood there looking at him, the faint light cast down from the starry sky, casting a silhouette on his body.The bell still rings, sadly like a whine.

She took a step forward.

He was still knocking, one sound at a time.

She stretched out her hand, but clenched it tightly in the air, and slowly let it go down.

The bell was still ringing.

A rhythmic ending, dragging up and down.Thor's head thumped sadly on the solid, heavy bell, ending with a dull, quivering sound, like an indescribable cry.

"Thor." After looking at her for a long time, she spoke under the starlight.

Thor, leaning against the surface of the clock, suddenly moved, as if awake.He raised his head, didn't turn around, and unexpectedly called out a name within reason.

"Sif?"

Sif walked up to Thor and handed him what was in his hand.

It was a dagger that had been buried.

Thor felt lost and stood silently.It took him a long time to take it, and suddenly he felt at a loss, he suddenly couldn't find his way.

"You want to remind me of something?"

"Yes." She smiled appropriately enough, but extremely sad.

"You loved someone, but you killed him with your own hands."

For many years, those gods and mortals who are curious about how the prince of the gods of Aesir fell into the devil are still guessing at the most important moment in the life of the evil god, every tragic and irreversible chain reaction, guessing the one next to Odin. How the black-haired god became the source of evil and darkness as opposed to the power of light.Guess what, it ended up killing the original Loki in a solitary self-destruction.

Evil hides in cells, and original sin exists from birth.No matter in which country, people will always define a person by everything else.Is there any possibility of exception?Nobody knows.

The truth is like a piece of taut fabric, ready to make a fragile sound of crackling.

Loki's room has opaque curtains, so it's completely dark from the outside.A ray of light leaked from the gap in the curtains, making it look too quiet, as if in another world.

His mind fell into a long-standing illusion.

Behind Yinshan Mountain is a tall bell tower, the walls are made of rough ice bricks and sandstone.The All-Father drove the frost giants back to their country, gripping the scepter tightly with blood-stained hands, and the sharp blade was about to pierce Laufey's throat in a second.

A queen mother gave birth to her own child during the war. The baby's face was blue and purple, and he didn't even cry.In order to avoid the sharp sword of the Protoss army, the child was abandoned as a dead baby in a hidden corner of the temple.After the war, the child finally cried for the first time.

The corpses of the dead frost giants are scattered all over the field, and the magnificent Asgard palace is full of wine.

The fear of falling into the dark with closed eyes, and the bright candlelight still cannot be seen when the eyes are opened wide.The nightmare freezes into black and white images that cannot be shaken off, and it is right in front of you as soon as you open your eyes.

"Do you know? So he is..." Those gossip pierced behind him like a sharp sword, and he shivered from the cold.

"If you don't sleep, I will let those frost giant monsters eat you..." As night fell, the gentle threats of parents to their children sounded from the window, hovering over the God Realm like a spell.

Standing in the ice and snow of Jothuheim when I was young, I recalled the glory of my ancestors in the darkness of hell, but now they are like ugly monsters spurned in the universe, like ants, trampled by the iron cavalry of the gods at any time .

The father held the hands of the two children and said to them, "You are born kings. In the future, one of you will defend peace." The two children looked at each other and smiled, "I'm ready." "I'm ready." Too!"

The sacred domain that originally belonged to only one person carried the dreams of two people.

On the cliffs of Jothuheim, a blond boy rides a horse, stepping on a rainbow drawn like a dream, bringing the glory of the gods.The golden hair shone charmingly in the morning sun, and her eyes were scorching hot.

elder brother. Loki stood in the shadows without shouting.

Good morning, monster.

A proud smile flickers across Thor's mouth, his spirits bright.

"Patter." The light was turned on.The light flooded in at once, and the darkness was forced to retreat behind.

Loki snapped his eyes shut, then opened them. Thor walked towards him and patted him on the shoulder, "Why don't you sleep?"

"Wake up early." Loki's tone was as frightened and anxious as his mood at the moment. He had just peeped at the deepest fear in his heart, and he hadn't recovered yet.

"Me too. God knows why. Maybe because I didn't drink last night? I guess my nerves have been spoiled by alcohol."

"Ah."

"See my cigarette case?" Thor rubbed his temples, looking around for something. "Cigarette case?" "I wanted to smoke a cigarette, but I couldn't find it in the bedroom." Thor continued to rummage through the things on the table, wondering how he couldn't find the small case. "You left it in the living room." Loki lied, wanting Thor out of his sight as soon as possible.His existence will make Loki unconsciously overlap dream and reality.Inexplicably, it feels as if a dream will come true.This premonition also frightened him, making him tremble unconsciously. "Really?" Thor walked towards the living room, glimpsed an object out of the corner of his eye, "So it was you."

He picked up the cigarette case and shook it, and glanced at Loki, "How much have you smoked?" "I don't know." Loki sat with his back against the wall, letting the cigarette in his hand burn out by itself.

"Smoking less, don't make yourself a big smoker."

"Aren't you?" Loki asks, glancing at Thor.

"How can you compare with me?"

Loki blinked, and the self-deprecating flashing expression quickly turned into a gentle smile, "Yeah."

"I don't want your lungs to be blackened by this thing on Earth, and you won't be able to explain to your father at that time!" He extinguished the remaining half of the cigarette in Loki's hand in the ashtray.

"I…" Loki opened his mouth.For a moment the urge to confess everything seized his heart.But he immediately understood that it could only be an impulse.He wanted to say something more, but he stopped.Because he suddenly felt a little tight in his body, and there was a sudden pressure in his chest, which was suffocating.

He moved away from the wall and grabbed his coat off the sofa. "I'm going outside." Thor stopped him. "It's too early."

Loki avoids Thor's hand and tells him, "It's close by." He tries to cope, uttering something he doesn't know.He didn't want to be so rude, it was just difficult to control his emotions.Finally, he opened the door and left the cage-like room without looking back.

The empty street is silent.

The god of lies sometimes laughs at himself, when he would believe the promise easily, when Thor still hugged him like countless times before, and said "let's go home" to him, he believed it easily.This is just a straw in the turbulent river, and he will boldly perch on it.

His wariness, doubts, and defenses were gone, and he was desperate.

Although he knew they were meant to be one, they were not the same after all.

Loki thought of the Dark Elf wolf, the beast that had its teeth pulled out and its claws smoothed lost its wolfishness, and it truly belonged to another person from then on.If abandoned, the wolf will die.If it was me, would the end be the same?When he thought of this, his heart pounded, his eyelids trembled, and his chest was so full that he couldn't speak.

He remembered the dream.The ugly corpse of a frost giant lay in the wilderness.

Frowning, walking in the dark, he slowly smoked out the cigarettes one by one.Too much smoke made his mouth dry and bitter, but he continued without realizing it.

Thor once watched a movie with him. Several Americans were forced by a group of Eastern soldiers to hold their heads with pistols loaded with three bullets. Six magazines hold three bullets. The probability of life and death is Half and half.He was terrified looking at it, especially with the machine that turned the magazine.He stared at the screen in a daze for 5 minutes.

He didn't know what was wrong, and later he guessed, maybe, he was betting with hope that he was afraid that he would lose.

It's almost dawn.

Dawn did not appear all at once, first it was a long and thick night, then gray, and then light blue, spreading from a distant time and space like a fragile mist, very much like his real skin color.

Loki didn't want to admit that he saw some omens, the dawn was not a good thing for him, maybe a bad omen.

This is not a joke, he, who previewed the book of fate, has his own measure and grasp of the upcoming tragedy, and that moment seems to be getting closer.

Will something change?he asked himself.

Loki doesn't feel alone by Thor's side.The two of them are like children who lost their parents and were abandoned on the earth, relying on each other and living together.He has envy, jealousy, and hatred for his elder brother, but more of it is love and need.

Someday, he took Thor as his comfort.Compared with love, need and comfort seem to be a more intense and persistent emotion, which can be more deeply imprinted in the depths of the human soul, which is reassuring.He finally admitted that they were supposed to be one, but that they each diverged into extremes, but where they intersected they were very similar. Thor needs restraint, but he needs more attention.It is undeniable that Thor values ​​him at this moment and treats him like his life.

The truth was hidden in his heart and disguised into his bones.Even so, he still feels content, temporarily forgetting the difference with Thor.Forgot that he was supposed to atone for his sins in the extremely cold place and spend the rest of his life.

Forgetting does not mean non-existence, he knows but cannot understand.Just like before, he couldn't understand why he loved his father so much, but couldn't get his father's affirmation.Abandoned, treated like an outsider, ugly monster, lingering hatred, inherent evil.No matter what it was, it was a shadow that he didn't even dare to think about.He would rather believe that those are his consistent lies.

After stepping on the smoke, he asked himself if he would like to gamble again.Bet on Thor's love, bet your own hope.

After making up his mind, he found that his lips were cold and his limbs were stiff.

Watching the gray blue spread from his fingers, his skin color is the same as the sky at this moment.

He is a frost giant.

He decides to meet his brother in his true colors.He thought of all kinds of consequences, but he still expected a different ending.If one day fate cannot promise forever, at least there is still trust between them.

Loki looked at the home in the dawn and suddenly smiled, he said, don't let me down.

The streets are deserted in the early morning.He listened to his own breathing and walked towards that house, walking on thin ice.

Where will he be when the sun rises?

He walked forward, the moonlight shining on his face.At this moment, the ugly appearance has not soaked his inner heart, and the heart is still beating alive in his chest.

He stopped at the door.When the finger pressed the doorbell, it was retracted again.

The crow on the roof screamed hoarsely and ambiguously, giving the illusion of being in the bedroom of the father of the gods.It's just more empty, more quiet and weird.

He hesitated, in order to strengthen his determination, he rubbed his lips with his fingers, and walked directly through the solid door with his body.

No matter how long you struggle, in the end, you still have to break through the forbidden track and return to reality.

But I don't know why, even though I thought about the worst consequences, I suddenly found that I lost the initial ease.

What's going on?

The lights turned on at that moment.

From darkness to transition, the light is as bright as hope, close at hand.

Thor sits in the chair, like a natural luminous body, warm and calm, a little pleasant, seems to be doing nothing, just waiting.

"Back?" Thor said, turning around. "I said it was too early. Is it cold outside?"

He cares about him, whenever.In memory, Thor was injured several times in battle, but he never said anything. Loki knew that this was a brother's love for his younger brother, and he didn't want to give him any fearful memories of the war.Even though his body was covered with bruises, he would still drink heavily with a smile, and he would not make a sound when the pain was unbearable, for fear of shocking his sensitive brother.

He knew, so he never pretended not to know.If the elder brother wants to protect him, he will do it thoroughly.

It's just that he can't help but empathize with Thor's unbearable pain.

The soul left the body of the unrecognizable frost giant and looked down from above.

Loki looks at his brother, the same as before.

There is a green gleam in the blood-red pupils, giving birth to a fragile smile.

"Brother..." he said.

He waits for Thor's reaction.

Thor's smile gradually froze, and surprisingly, he was stunned, but silent.

He came up to him.Getting closer.

It takes only a short time to go from shock to anger, but it's long enough for Thor to walk up to him.

"Frost giant!"

Suddenly, he was punched heavily in the side of the face.

Before he had time to react, Loki's mouth was filled with a fishy smell.

"Damn monster."

You are a monster.A voice quietly flowed in my heart.

I don't know what kind of mood it is, but Loki didn't feel any pain, watching all this like a dream.The blood on the corner of the upper lip was pressed with the thumb, but the blood color on the fingertips was not obvious.It's still hot.

Loki remembered the time before, when Thor held him, clutched his hand, and ran all the way, fleeing.The excited expression of stabbing the dragon made him dizzy, and he seemed to be able to smell the aroma of happiness in the sweat of his palms.

"Loki wasn't lying, I misunderstood him - how did you break into Asgard?!"

Thor clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and the urge to hate took over his entire thought, "Where is Loki?!" Before his eyes, it wasn't his brother, but a frost giant.A monster with scarlet eyes, gray-blue skin, and dirty.

Finally, after the numbness passed, a hot, swollen pain surged up, scalding along the cold skin to the nerve center.

It was a sharp pain.

——The young Loki got up from the bed, stepped over the threshold, followed the light through the dark corridor, and walked to the half-hidden door at the end of the corridor... He lay down beside the sleeping Thor, intertwined his fingers, and kissed lightly Those crimson scabbed wounds.Return to your room before dawn.

The door was not closed tightly, and a glimmer of light emerged from the crack in the door.

—Brother, you won’t feel any pain this way.He moved his lips, speaking in a voice only he could hear.

His happiness is his, his pain is also his, and his hope will be realized in him.

He could no longer imagine how crazy and desperate the things that were once pressed in his heart were.

It doesn't matter anymore.

He was clamped hard by Thor's elbows, and the ice-like skin touched Thor's warm blood vessels, as if melting.This feeling reminded him that they had never been apart.

Loki can't fight back, his legs start to give way, he's drained, but calm, like it should be.

Thor Odinson.

He is still his brother, his lover, he is the closest to him at this moment, and the farthest is also at this moment.

The once thick blood was so close at the moment they embraced.

"Damn monsters, what's your purpose! ... Also, where is my brother?!" Thor's angry voice contained indifferent contempt for the monster race, and he was earnestly fulfilling the mission of an heir to the throne of Asgard, maintaining peace.

He didn't know, he was right in front of his eyes.

—he had hugged him and said, "Loki, come home with me."

—he had put himself in a protracted war for his own sake.

— He said, you will always be my brother.

Today, the look of friend and foe is a reminder of alienated bloodlines.

How ridiculous.

Loki suddenly remembered the story his mother told him before going to bed when he was a child, and the ending of the story always came when he least liked it.

He had hoped for exceptions.

This moment arrived like a curse, and after holding on for so long, there was no accident.

Everything that might have happened, never happened.

"Thor..." The corners of Loki's mouth loosened, and his voice became unlike his own, hoarse and unpleasant, dull and echoing.

"...Odinson." Heart plummeted from a height.

He smiles, doesn't struggle, doesn't touch his hands.With a smile on his face, his blood red eyes gleamed.He said, "Afraid? We monsters will crush you Asgard."

He is so obsessed with lies.

It was his last weapon, the one that would allow him to escape, though never fully.

—He rushed out of the country of corpses, ran over the bell towers and walls, left his cold home far behind, his legs were covered with ice, and his hands were stabbed by thorns.

He only knew to run forward without stopping.

There is light ahead.

The gates of Asgard closed shut as he lunged at him.

bang.

Finally, he stopped.

--he died.

He disappears before Thor.

On this day, when the sun rose, he appeared in the center of the town.He walked the path where Thor's car had run over him, and the fork where Thor had been saved.

People looked at him with doubts and fear in their eyes, and they watched him from afar without running away desperately.

They also hoped it was just a parody or a prank, and so did he.

He wasn't in a rush to change back to himself, that's what he was.

This is another country, the real world, whether he is a god or a frost giant, the earth will cast fearful eyes on him.Although the difference is vast.

The little girl threw her head back and said, "Are you playing a mythical monster?" She was beautiful, and her blond hair caught his eyes in the misty morning sun.

She is not afraid of him, let alone hate him.

Loki knelt down and said, "Yeah, like?"

The little girl nodded, and was quickly led away by the panicked adults.

No one knew that he had made a dangerous bet, and the bargaining chip was the love in his heart. At that time, he thought it would be different.He had put all his hope in one man, he believed that the love he valued so much would win over all, and yet he died, and for whatever reason, the man killed him.This result represents everything.

Loki left Earth without grief, without pain.

There is no anger.

Not even questioning fate and complaining about injustice, forgetting even disappointment and hatred, that is a kind of despair.

In the days that followed, Loki no longer felt attached to his family.Give everything for a trust, such unreserved will never have a second time.

On that day, the sleeping father of gods realized that the evil god was swallowed by darkness.

The polar night of Asgard is coming.

A child not wanted by God, his limbs were broken and his heart was pulled out.

The shadow that has been living in my heart has finally spread its huge wings.

God is not him, and there is no dark ambition in the eyes of God.

You have all the qualities of my frost giant.Arrogance, jealousy, rage, greed...

— Fascination, joy, adoration and love... are all scary, my son.You can never really love anything.There can be no obsession, only destruction.

Destroy it, or yourself.

Only in this way, you will not be afraid of darkness, eternal darkness.

The day Laufey met Loki, snowflakes fell on Earth and Asgard, and severe winter came.

He still remembers it clearly now, his son said.

—From now on, I am my own god.