[Hammer Foundation] Burning jade and stone together

4 You and I are still young

【Blemishes in the heart are real dirt; people who are heartless are crippled.Goodness is beauty; but beauty and evil are empty boxes carved by the devil. ——"No.12 Night" Shakespeare]

The horn of the kingdom of the undead has already sounded, and the bottom of the nine kingdoms began to turmoil.The unusually long winter seemed to never get warmer again. In such a low temperature, the frost giants and the Aesirs trained together.Everyone waved their spears, and the shouts came and went.Standing on a high platform overlooking the training ground are Thor and Loki.

The cold temperature made the tip of the nose of the man in the dark green shirt a little red. His green eyes stared at the soldiers in the distance, and the ending in the prophecy kept echoing in his mind. Thor stood aside and kept hesitant to speak, Loki didn't know that his brother had a lot to ask, but seeing Thor's opening his mouth and then immediately shutting it down was so stupid that it made people laugh.

Thor draped the thick blue cloak over Loki, who was lucky enough to keep the giant hammer in his hand that day.Otherwise, this time he will break his brother's neck with his own hands.He hesitated to ask something, and lingered on Loki's shoulder for a while longer.His brother's shoulders were a little tight, and he wondered if it would be possible to get back together after this battle.

"Brother... I want to know how our ending will be according to the prophecy..." Thor wanted to ask Loki how the past few years have been, and how long this powerless state would last, but It was such a dispensable sentence to ask, and knowing that it was not good to ask, Thor added, "How are you lately..."

"...the goddess of the kingdom of death will make a big ship made of dead people's nails, full of frost giants, and sail towards the rainbow bridge; now you see, all the frost giants are in front of you, all the prophecies I know have been changed, and the remaining No one knows the future."

He once stood shoulder to shoulder with Loki on the same high platform, when a ray of setting sun poured out from the top of the mountain.As the sun set, the afterglow shone on the faces of the two immature children. The golden child carelessly embraced the younger brother beside him. They agreed to manage the world together.At that time, the young and ignorant children didn't know how it was possible for two strong men to be equal.

They lived together in harmony for 1000 years, during which immature children didn't know what love was and what taboo was.They kissed when they were hunting, and during the days and nights they spent in the dark cave.Also because it is too innocent, this taboo is not called love.Later, when the two grew up, Loki began to escape from Thor and traveled to various countries.

No one explained, and no one mentioned that past again, because Thor had Jane. Loki yearns for that ambiguous reappearance from the bottom of his heart, but—it's impossible, what a woman can give Thor, he, Loki can't give.Day and night, he longs for possession, but when the morning light just rises the next morning, he will see his brother talking and laughing with Sif, the goddess of war beside him.Yes, no matter which woman she is, she is stronger than herself.

Loki has done many things, hoping that his brother's gaze will look at him again, but this remaining will finally died together with that body in the dark world.

Let's go, looking at the backs of a loving couple, it seems that one will die and the other will not live alone; looking at the big hole in his chest, even if he survives, he will be lingering; The body and the red eyes made him realize that he had changed back into the form of a monster.

Just die, what do we do in the sleep of death once we're free from earthly entanglements?

But he came back to life, as if fate hadn't seen enough of his jokes, and deliberately wanted him to linger on.Dragging the body that had recovered a life, he couldn't use his divine power to turn him into a walking corpse like an ant in the courtyard.