Loki: -2021-2021

August was quiet. He read all of Shakespeare’s tragedies in a single night and laughed at them. “You call this suffering?” he muttered. “I invented suffering. In 2021.”

He drank. The year ended. And for the first time in a thousand years, Loki did not feel the need to lie about who he was. Loki -2021-2021

“To 2021,” he said to the void. “The year I learned to stop running. The year I learned to stay.” August was quiet