Oh, how the Mighty have fallen.
Nine steps and the thunderer met his end. Death was not as glorious as he’d led himself to believe, and it spared him no courtesies. King and warrior he may be, but titles mean little once the life has gone from one’s body.
The trickster watched from a distance, his victory hollow. Nine steps, and his glorious purpose was no more. He knew then with certainty that it was his time, as well; for who is Loki without Thor?
The crushing loss did not leave him as easily as his last breath.