The Punishment

The Last memory I have is my victory. I had tricked Hod into throwing a piercing mistletoe dart at his own blood. That dart was the only thing that could kill the god of light and beauty and my trickery made me successful. Balder’s blind brother had killed him under my influence. Although, I ended up getting captured, which was right before my mind went blank.
I open my eyes and they’re filled with gray. I have no clue where I am and I can’t move any of my limbs. I can feel anger arising inside of me. I am bound to three stones inside what looks to be a cave. All the gods have come together to do this. To punish me for what I had done. However, no regret flowed through me. I attempted to move my wrists but they wouldn’t budge. I turned my stiff neck and my eyes were struck by red; red intestines almost cutting off the circulation of my limbs. I see my son, Narfi’s, soulless body on the cold hard floor with nothing left to fill him. A sickness overcomes my body and my vision is distorted by a glaze of water. I close my eyes and take a deep breath trying to take this all in. The anger revisits me and I’m back to reality. I turn the other way to see my wife, Sigyn, loyally by my side. I can see through her beauty, the heartbreak in her facial features. She is holding a bowl in her shaking hands and that’s when I noticed the serpent placed above my head. There is a liquid on its fang hanging on by a thread and as soon as that thread broke a burning sensation hit my forehead. My whole body flinched along with my wife’s. She moved quickly and caught the drops of venom with her bucket to preserve my health and spare my agony. Our eyes met and I said thank you with the slightest of smiles. Seconds, minutes, almost hours go by of this venom slowly dripping onto what’s supposed to be my head. I could tell my wife was getting tired of holding the bowl above me but she held strong. She was watching the venom very closely until she looked down at me with such an immense amount of sorrow in her eyes. “It’s about to overflow” she nearly whispers. I tell her it’s fine and that I will be okay. It takes her a second to process and once she does the bowl disappears from my sight and is replaced with torture. Each drop brings excruciating pain to my body and my soul. The death of Balder replays in my head over and over again as an attempt at a distraction. Still, even with my skin burning there is no regret under the surface. Sigyn had left the vicinity to pour out the venom and I was trying to listen for when she would come back. The suffering was beginning to be unbearable; I needed to get out. I thought of a plan and waited until I heard the echo of her footsteps inside this cave. I was tied up whilst Ragnarok was accompanying the world; I needed to get out.
The air refreshed my dented skin that was just contained by the intestines of my very own descendant. I was free. I scanned the surroundings of the cave I was stuck in and spotted a lick of light. Leaving the lifeless body of someone I loved behind I found my way out of the cave and into the outside world with my loyal wife. Now that I wasn’t being held back I can now go on to lead the chaos of this world. The destruction of the gods was in my foresight and the thought of it almost made the pain go away. I would lead the monsters, giants, and all the other chaotic forces into battle against the gods. I could see Heimdall and the weapon he yielded. However, what also flashed my vision was death. Not just the death of another god that was to be slain by me but also the death of myself. I could feel my wounds from the fight trickling under my skin as my visions continued. Heimdall and I would falter from the mutilations and from there, my mind went blank. That would be the end of Loki, and the end of the apocalypse that would cease the world.