Freedom is a Lie (gift)

The chains of his troubles, guilt and lies dragged his soul down with each passing day. He envies those who talked about freedom and peace for in his heart there is nothing but an emptiness that he longs to fill with anything. Anger and bitterness consumes his mind daily and the pain of wanting acceptance burns like fire in his veins.

Loki paced in his room as uneasiness and anxiety weighs him down causing him to almost stumble. The burden feels so tangible and real as he tries to focus his mind on thoughts of happiness, but alas he couldn’t think of everything that was worth his gladness. In frustrated he smashed his fist against the mirror which shattered by impact and screamed in rage.

How dare people talked about hope when each day is full of darkness that dwells in his
soul. Deep down though he wishes to be free of the torment that haunts his life daily. Will these chains of his ever be broken? Will the wings of freedom come and swept him away into a place of security and love?

The light that used to shine brightly for him to follow was his mother’s love but now only a thick cloud of confusion replaced that light once she died. Day in and day out, he forever travels as a shadow following the footsteps of his adoptive brother, Thor.

With a look of longing, Loki conjured an illusion of a butterfly and stared at it in wonder as she fly around the room. Bitter jealously sank its fangs into his already imprisoned heart and he reached out to catch the butterfly by her wings.

“Freedom is a lie,” he whispered in a cold tone as he snapped the wings right of the helpless creature. Even though it was an illusion, it still filled him with a cruel joy when he watched the insect fall miserably to the ground and faded from his sight.