【Hammer Base】Forever in Love Underwater

He was born and no one loved him.

The sky and the earth are majestic, the wind, clouds, mountains and snow are all gray and white.He is the only bit of freshness remaining in the boundless, like a drop of blood dripping on the snow, and the heavy snow can wipe him away as long as he moves his finger a little.His soul has not been stained with love or hate, it is a clear candle in the darkness, and the slightest blow of the strong wind can blow him out.He would have died young—there are too many unfortunate fates in the world, and premature death is the best of them all.

But he refused to accept his fate.He wanted to cry and punch with all his strength.He insisted on declaring his small and immature existence to God.

The All-Father was drawn to his cries.

Odin is not a benevolent god; he has slaughtered for tens of thousands of years, and when people talk about him, they think of war, death, and high power.His benevolence is mostly god-like and king-like, with the purpose of weighing and controlling-but it is really unfair to accuse him of being cruel: once a god's status is as high as his, "balancing" has already been done. Becomes a link in the law of all things; when he wobbles, everything wobbles with him.Therefore, his kindness is always thoughtful and reserved; the simple and pure kindness of a father is very rare in him.

Standing on the vast snowfield that day, he suddenly felt very tired.He had fought battles all his life, and when he counted them, they all looked alike, as if they were a recurring cycle of the same nightmare.The enemy's life was swallowed by the battlefield, but he was still alive, so everyone said he was victorious.But in the final analysis, his life was also swallowed up by the battlefield—but this kind of swallowing was slow and gradual. When he finally recovered, he realized that the years had been eaten away, and he Gray hair, already unable to retreat from the whole body.

It turns out that in war, there is really no winner.

In his prime, he learned of the prophecy of Ragnarok.The young All-Father was blond, tall and strong, with torching eyes. To him, the word "doom" is simply nonsense that is far away.But time flies, and the decline of the gods is as predicted by fate.So he fought, and kept fighting—in the early years, the Nine Realms had a lot of complaints about him: the people said that he was militaristic, and made the country empty; ball.But he didn't stop.The fate of the Protoss is about to come to an end in terms of time length, and he is so afraid and unwilling to resign that he wants to expand the glory of the Protoss infinitely in space during his lifetime.

But he was old after all.In another 1000 years, he will die, and his only son will be the only god in the world.The feeling of being a lone god must be very similar to the frozen temple in Jotunheim: cold, silent, lonely, majestic.The broken walls and ruins kept falling loose fragments, like the unyielding and ambition of the gods, all shattered and scattered, mixed into the flying snow.

The appearance of the gods told him: no one can bargain with his own destiny.

At that moment, Odin was neither a god nor a king.He became a defeated man who narrowly escaped death, a helpless father.The armor was frozen hard in the cold wind, and it creaked as he walked forward, and the harsh sound of metal rubbing pierced his heart sourly.

Just then, he heard the baby cry.Crying hoarsely, with an indomitable desire to survive.But in this all-swallowing wind and snow, no matter how he struggled, his crying became weaker and hoarse, until finally it was barely audible.

Odin stood where he was, thinking old and tired, that it would be the child's fate to die in the snow and ice.

But just as he turned to leave, the child cried again—that resounding stubbornness, like a cluster of burning arrows rushing into the sky.

With a thought in his mind, Odin suddenly remembered his title of father of all gods—this title is almost like a joke now: the gods have long since fallen, so there are thousands of them, so who can he be the father of?But at that moment, the grief of this child and the grief in God's heart unexpectedly reached the same destination and merged into one.They are all fighting against the invisible future, and they are all doing what they know they can't do. Odin stopped in his tracks.A sharp and stinging hope suddenly appeared in his heart, like a sword being pulled out of its scabbard little by little—with the cold light flickering, he had an unprecedented thought.He followed the crying, and saw a small blue baby on the steps—except for his skin color, he looked very much like an Asgardian.

Odin bent down and picked him up.His father's hand touched his cheek—his skin was unexpectedly soft and warm.Among the Jotunheimers, he was probably regarded as a deformity, so he was tragically abandoned in the battle.He would have died young—there are too many unfortunate fates in the world, and premature death is the best of all misfortunes.

The gods said that fate could not be changed, but the father of the gods made a decision—he wanted to change his fate, and he wanted the child to live and become a god.

When someone hugs him, he stops crying.He opened his tearful eyes curiously, watching the hand that holds the power of life and death come to him, pulling the invisible thread of power, directing and manipulating his fate.Like a little puppet, he allowed God to smear and adorn him: the icy blue of his skin receded, and his scarlet eyes turned emerald green; Going down to the ground and re-arranging the internal organs; the red hot life, strength and blessings of the gods dripped into the blood vessels, so the red hot blood surged in his body.

The constant heat from his father's hand made him wake up warm and crisp.He choked up in a daze, his small mouth opened stupidly, as if he couldn't believe the sudden luck.

Then, he suddenly burst into tears.At that moment, after all, he felt short-term warmth and security.

And then the All-Father laughed too.It was almost a fatherly smile. As a god, Odin is naturally considered outstanding and worthy of long poems; but as a father, he is unavoidably ordinary—just like so many other fathers, he puts his unfulfilled ambitions and dreams under heavy pressure. Pressed upon the ignorant soul of a child.He is the father of God, and from now on, he has two children; his eldest son is a creation of his flesh and blood, and he wants him to live forever, breaking the prophecy of the dusk of the gods; his second son is a creation of his power, and he wants He reborn himself and broke the world's monopoly pattern; he wanted to use his own strength to compete with the old-fashioned ancestors of the gods.

—Come on, he thought.Let the gods see, fate or me, who will win.

Let the gods see if this blessed child will grow into a new god.

He was born into the world without one of his kind.

He was lying in the golden cradle, crying uncontrollably in excruciating pain.That small but hot flesh and blood is a living altar: with his own ordinary body, he reluctantly enshrined the mighty power in his body—the power of God desperately drilled through his blood vessels, scratching and howling , like a giant beast desperately trying to escape in a small cage.As long as he is willing to die, everything will be over.But he was so painful that he refused to die, and instead became stubborn—once his stubbornness broke out, no one could do anything about him.He breathed desperately, trying his best with each breath.He did everything in his life so hard.

Between one breath and one breath, a year has passed, ten years have passed, and a hundred years have passed.In this fragile soil, a shocking and cruel miracle was slowly cultivated.His life was a thousand-year sacrifice.

But he was born as a human being, and even after another 1 years, he still couldn't break free from the shackles of talent and blood.He is not a god, if you force him to be a god, what can he do?Pulled by two phases, he became a unique and strange creation.He wasn't a man, he wasn't a god, he—even the gods didn't know what he was in the end.Neither the land of men nor the realm of the gods would accept him; Asgard is the place of heaven according to word of mouth, but this is not his home—there has never been a soul like him in the world, so there is no one in the Nine Realms. His resting place.Now his skin is pale, his hair is black, and he can't even go back to Jotunheim.

He was born in this world and has no hometown to return to.

He stays in Asgard in a daze.Beautiful Asgard torments him day and night, as the beautiful moon kills mortals.God's blessings are vast and unknown, and they fall on the mortal body, becoming an unexpected curse.God's Domain is gentle and affectionate, but it puts away its kindness and compassion to foreigners from other lands.Even the noble beauty of the Golden Palace is a cold reminder that you never belonged here.

Thor belongs here, and the sunlight is the embodiment of the prince's brilliant life.And he stood shivering under the sun, the brilliant sunlight was like an inescapable whip, whipping him non-stop, forcing him to show some godly appearance and ability——he was crying quietly, bewildered Looking around, I don't know what to do.

He didn't know why he was in pain, and he didn't know why his father was always disappointed in him, as if his every move was so unsatisfactory.He vaguely felt that his father was asking him for some kind of fruit, but he was empty-handed and could not present any sacrifice at all. Thor is by his side, victorious as he pleases, triumphant over and over again—he's bright and he's dwarfed by himself, like a thin, pale shadow.He seemed to be floating in the water, with no support up and down, no support on the left and right, and could only suffocate alone and lightly.His heart was empty.Everything is empty.

But Thor sometimes kisses him.His kisses had been the source of all his joy, warmth, hope, and sweetness. Thor's lips pressed against his forehead, and suddenly Asgard changed its appearance - it first became big and magnificent, like a picture scroll that was constantly unfolding in the wind, and all the people who had been stingy in front of him The beauty that appeared, made its grand debut in his kiss—then, it suddenly became small and exquisite again, shrunk into a small sugar ball shining with light golden light, rotating quietly, letting the He can see everything clearly.

As Thor kisses him, his curled senses reach out tentatively, to touch the scent of flowers in the air.Then the timid touch gave way to a staggering walk, then a brisk run—his senses soared into the air in ecstasy, straight into the clouds, and then scattered freely in all directions like drops of spring rain.The raindrops are everywhere, and even the top of the mountain in the distance seems to be close at hand.In one kiss, his senses expanded, and he grasped the original appearance of the world inch by inch.

He was born, and only Thor kissed him; and with his kiss he kissed the whole world.

Until one day, when Thor kissed him, his hearing, which had become extremely acute in an instant, suddenly heard his father whispering.Sitting on the golden throne in the great hall, he said to their mother: This is a weapon for Thor...only he is worthy...he will be king...

Their mother gently reminded him that Loki was also a prince, and maybe he could sit on the throne too.

Says the All-Father: That was never his destiny.

The king's voice was calm and indifferent, without hesitation, as if talking about an irrelevant person.

- his father, his king, his god - the three most powerful forces in his life twisted into one voice proclaimed "that was never his destiny".What judgment could be more conclusive and irrefutable than this one?He can choose to submit, pestering Thor every day, asking him to kiss him and hug him; he can hide in Thor's palm, only within the sphere of influence of his brother, like a bird in the palm, watching curiously and safely In the end, Thor became a god, became a king, fought in all directions, managed all kinds of opportunities, and glorified the Nine Realms, with a dazzling array of medals hanging under his cloak—then he can only stay in Asgard, waiting for his triumphant return— ——He will be quietly dusty in the underground palace with countless trophies, waiting for the king to remember his existence occasionally——if it is Thor's destiny to become a god and king, then waiting is his destiny.

He can resign himself to fate.This is God's choice for him.

But he refused to accept his fate.He insists on declaring his existence to God—he wants to decide his own outcome.He is not reconciled.Whether it is blood, fire, conspiracy or death, he will write the answer himself.

— Then he finally knew the answer.The answer is ridiculously simple.The reason he was in so much pain was because he wasn't a god, not even an Asgardian.He was just a guinea pig, a Frankenstein fabricated by the All-Father out of his temper.

But that's all. For 1000 years, his heart-piercing pain, painstaking struggle, summed up——is nothing more than that.

If not bound by his father's destiny, this half-blessing and half-cursing power would have already caused him to die thousands of times—or, in other words, he was indeed dying thousands of times and bit by bit in endless torment Yes—his death was a great undertaking, and it could not have been done instantly.It requires long pains as a foreshadowing, repeated despair as an accompaniment, and monologue after monologue as footnotes.Before the sudden collapse came, it was the erosion of the long years, the hesitation that no one could complain about, and the ambiguous prayer.It is crumbling, it is riddled with holes.

God could not change his destiny at all.He also failed to change his fate.

He was born in this world, from the beginning to the end, all for the last death.

Thor has not seen death.

No god is as lucky as him, who can successfully pass the test of despair and pain, who can stand outside time, escape death, walk directly into the temple, and become the last god in the world.

And 200 years later, at the moment when he thought he was dead, he didn't really see death either.

—he closed his eyes by the water's edge, and opened them again in the darkness.

The scene in front of me is a reappearance of 200 years ago - a hazy golden light appeared not far ahead, splitting a small gap in the boundless darkness.He felt light all over himself, as if this body both existed and did not exist; this was different from the feeling of being drunk—in the lightness of drunkenness, there was always a heavy desire falling on him.But there was nothing in the lightness of death—he seemed to be floating in the water, drifting with the current, and he couldn't control his movements.

Instinctively, drowsily, he swam toward the light.Light is a door.

He pushed open the door—this action of pushing the door made him feel very familiar—200 years ago, he was like this, pushing the door of the temple from the darkness, and fell into light and despair since then—except for him, no one People will understand that light can also make people despair.

Behind the gate is still the temple.Splendidly painted figures of the gods flew all over the sky, shrouded in dim light; and in the center of the circle of gods was his dead father, the All-Father, God of War and Power, Odin.He had never seen a father like this: young, tall, with long blond hair hanging loose, and a stretched and handsome face. Thor suddenly realizes that he was born in the twilight of his father's life. He never really understood the long and magnificent life of the All-Father.He didn't understand his thoughts, he didn't touch his emotions.Everyone thought they were the perfect father and son—how alike they were!But in fact, he loves him, but doesn't know him.

Beside the strange father, is their mother.The mother is young, beautiful, and represents life and the earth.She was dressed in a white gauze dress, with her eyes downcast, staring at him with gentle and loving eyes.In the last moments of Thor's life, when he was struggling to build a new Asgard, this look comforted him thousands of times in his dreams.

He always dreams about his mother.Again and again, he dreamed that he had rescued her from death—but when he opened his eyes, his hands were empty.That was his regret.

He always dreamed of his regrets.Time and time again, he dreamed that before the coronation ceremony, Loki came out from behind the veil, with a shy and joyful smile on his face-even after Thor knew that Loki actually hated him, but he also knew that in At that moment, Loki's hatred was real, and his joy was real - he hated that he was a king, but also wanted to see him with a scepter in his hand.His contradictions are simply insoluble.

With that conflicted and messy emotion, he walked up to him and told him: Give me a kiss, brother.

In the dream, he kissed him, again and again.But when he woke up, Loki was not in front of him.

He imagined that scene over and over again.He imagined himself grabbing Loki's wrist, leaning down slightly, and kissing his lips.He imagined Loki's lips were cool and soft, against him, trembling, as if they contained a thousand words.Thousands of words don't have to be said - it's all in that kiss.

He had imagined it so many times, so vividly, that he almost thought it was an omen.Everything God sees will come true.

"That's an omen indeed, brother," Loki said softly.

——At that moment, as Thor has imagined countless times, Loki appeared again from behind the veil.

In the shadowy candlelight of the temple, and in Thor's tearful eyes, he appeared with a smile.

God said, I want him back.

He is back.

Loki. Loki. Loki.

The Loki in front of him was the one who had never fallen from the Rainbow Bridge.The temple erased all traces of pain and years, making him look like a prince who had never been displaced.His skin is white, his hair is black, his green eyes are full of tears, and there is a smile on his mouth—he always smiles with a little naughty, as if everything in the world is a little funny, and he is a man with a playful attitude. Bystander—but only this time, there was no affectation in his smile.

He always smiles, but this is the first time, he smiles because of happiness.

Thor says, "Loki—"

I love you.There is no one else but you.The first time I saw you—you were little, weeping in your mother’s arms, as if you had been wronged; but when I saw you, you stopped crying; you looked at me as if I were Everything you expected from your birth—you smiled, reached out to grab my fingers—and from that moment on, I was your Patronus.If you live, I will live; if you die, I will die - because of you, I live with regrets, and because of you, I die without regrets.

—but he couldn't say anything.

But Loki stepped up to him, looked at him; he reached out and wiped his tears tenderly.

"I know," he said, "I know everything."

Thor is surprised to realize that Loki can hear his thoughts - because he finally understands that he is his Patronus, and his life and strength and mind are all open to him - things he didn't know what to do. How can Loki's emotions be stuffed, all turned out in one go.But--

--How did you know?

Loki smiled strangely, turned his head, and looked at Odin's expression, "Father told me."

He started referring to Odin as his father again, "He told me everything before he was voluntarily exiled to the Atrium. He told me that you are the Patronus and that's why you ran away from me."

—The All-Father knows everything.He knew why Thor was crying on the temple, he knew who the blurry figure was between Thor and the universe, he knew why Loki claimed to hate Thor to the bone, but never really hurt his defenseless brother .

How could he not know?His two sons thought they loved each other carefully.But apart from the two of them, no one can't see the unswerving isolation from the world.Their acting is really terrible.

He told him that was the only way Thor's fate could be.

He begged him not to hate his brother any more.

For the first time, he was neither a god nor a king to Loki, but just a tired, dying father.

Loki looked into his Father's face and said softly, "He asked me not to hate you - but I still hate you. I hate you for never knowing me. I hate you for thinking I want to leave you forever. I hate you." You even decided that I would not work together with you to protect everything—why do you judge my thoughts and make choices for me?" He suddenly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again, "But Father said, Loki, please don't hate Thor. Because your fate is not with me, and no one can bargain with fate."

— But the gods are all wrong, my fate has been with you from the beginning.I've done so many things wrong, but this one is right.

"Yeah—" Loki's gaze returned to him—what a gaze—

All his shyness, jealousy, resentment, reluctance, and concealment disappeared, leaving behind the core of pure "Loki"-his essence is bright, flamboyant, cunning, willful, and seductive; Dazzling, as if the clouds had lifted and the brilliant sun finally revealed itself; Thor could barely look at him.

"Yes, your fate is mine. But if I don't die, how can you wake up?"

Thor never told him "I love you", and he would never ask - he insisted that Thor wake up and tell him himself.

He would die to make him come to his senses—death is the fate he most desires if it turns Thor toward him.

If Thor loves him and becomes his patron saint, then they will naturally meet in front of the temple; if Thor doesn't love him——then the patron saint of Asgard will naturally live forever with God's Domain.And he's dead he's dead - he's been king - no fun; he's saved Asgard, he's even saved the Atrium - he's done his best; he's even heard Odin call He is "my son"—what more could he ask for?That's all he's looking for—isn't he the easiest villain in the Nine Realms?Other than that, he just asks Thor to love him.If Thor doesn't love him, he has nothing more to ask for than life or death.

After his death, they will be separated forever. He hates the millennium inseparability, so this is the fate he has planned for them: either completely love each other, or completely separate.

He used blood, fire, conspiracy, and death to write the ending he wanted.

He questioned Thor with blood, fire, conspiracy, and death: Do you love me or not?

--you!

Thor gasps - you!

Then, a mixed feeling of pain and pleasure suddenly punched his nose; God, God - Loki would die for him, he would die for Loki, but they were alive Not a minute and a second together.

Loki smiles.He smiled brightly and proudly: "I know you want to say I'm crazy, I'm a gambler. But I won!"

He turned to the gods, put one hand on his chest, bowed lightly, raised his head, his face was full of spirits, "Did you see it? I won."

With his announcement, the painted figures of the gods began to fluctuate slightly, as if they were all slowly disappearing under the water - his father and mother looked at them with smiles on their faces.Between the lights and the fluctuations of the water, all the gods gradually disappeared, and there was only a faint afterglow on the walls of the temple, like the hazy light and shadow after the sunset——

Thor thought that the prophesied Ragnarok did not come to an end until here: the dead gods lost their pantheon forever, and the living gods died.

"You're not dead." Loki heard his thoughts; he turned around, and that slightly mocking smile returned to his face, "Look, even now, you still don't understand me—you think I'm really willing to let you die—"

The appearance of the gods completely dissipated. Loki Odinson's figure was projected onto the blank wall of the temple by the candlelight, and he became a new look in a trance.

"—You think I'm really not a god."

Thor froze.He knew Loki was a frost giant, how could he be a god?

Loki sees through his doubts.He holds out his hand, asking Thor to come to him.So Thor obeyed the call of God, took steps, almost sleepwalking, and came to Loki's side.

Loki looked at his only disciple, and softly revealed his true identity:

"I use a mortal body to carry the power of the gods; I am both a god and not a god-I am the only demigod between heaven and earth. My power can be great or small, my thoughts can be good or evil, good and evil are only in me In a single thought; whether I become a god or a demon is all in a single thought. So the gods judged that I am the god of contradictions."

— When he fell from the Rainbow Bridge, his consciousness fell into the temple.Before the appearance of the gods, he finally saw his belated verdict.Turns out Odin wasn't a total failure, and it turned out he wasn't a total failure himself.Between failure and success, he struggled for thousands of years.To become a god needs to pass the test of pain, despair, and desire; and his thousand-year life is just a protracted test for him.

And why let Thor know?He loves him, and his heart aches for him.He couldn't bear to make his heart hurt—who would have thought that he was such a tender and affectionate lover.He doesn't want Thor's heartache, he doesn't want Thor's mercy.He wants him to be happy for him, excited for him, cheered for him, proud of him.

Thor cups his face happily, excitedly, proudly—God of Contradictions?

"Yes, the God of Contradictions. The God of Contradictions is the fairest and most elusive god in the world," Loki proudly raised his chin, his face beautiful and holy in the candlelight, "I am good, I am evil; I am Order, I am also chaos; I am beautiful, I am also ugly; I am strong, I am also cowardly; I am hot, I am cold and indifferent—"

He closed his eyes, his face was flushed, he let out a long breath, almost sighed, and said the final truth softly:

"Feed me with love, and I am love; water me with beauty, and I am beauty; stab me with hatred, and I am hate—" He opened his eyes, tears rolled down, leaving two lines of sparkle on his cheeks Glowing water, "Love me with eternity, I am eternal love; sacrifice me with life, and I will repay it with eternal life."

It dawned on Thor—rebirth was another epiphany.

——It turned out that this was his fate.

When he was born, there was a vision in the sky, and the sun was split into two, like a pair of eyes, shining brightly on Asgard.That's because his birth meant that two immortal gods would come to the world. Loki wasn't the moon - he was the sun, just like him.

He was born into the world, the sun shone on him, let him be born as the sun.

His father once told him: Heaven and earth are not kind to you, so they are kind to all things.But how can he be kind to all things if he has been in pain all his life?The gods have their own great wisdom that others cannot understand. They gave Thor twists and turns, pain and struggles to temper his mind, and gave him supreme mercy and hope of love, hoping that he would become the supreme wise king.

No one can bargain with fate.

All separations are for reunion, all misunderstandings are for reconciliation, all shortcomings are for fulfillment, and all deaths are for rebirth.Fate has set up this exquisite chess game, letting them walk towards each other step by step.

After Ragnarok, the dead gods will lose their god forms, and the living gods will die.

——This is the end of the prophecy of fate, and they have to write the rest of the chapters by themselves: new gods will be born, and brand new appearances of gods will appear in the temple.

Loki, Loki, Loki.

"Here I am," his beloved smiled tearfully, looking him in the eyes, "give me a kiss, brother."

——My death is the last hurdle for me to become a god, and it is also the last hurdle for you to become a god.Give me your love and your life, and I will have no pain.I will bring you back to life.From then on, I am this chaotic and contradictory but beautiful world.And you will guard the world, guard me.

His wishes are always selfish and unselfish at the same time. Thor is both his selfishness and his unselfishness.

—When the world's two new gods kissed each other, their images emerged from under the water and stood side by side on the walls of the temple.

"I'll take you home," Thor told him.

He was born in the world, and from then on, wherever Thor is, is his hometown.

—Thor Odinson kneeling by the water's edge.The fireworks that flew into the sky before his death finally exploded at this moment—the god died for only a second, and with the sound of music and cheers from far and near, an unprecedentedly powerful patron saint unfolded in Asgard eyes.

Loki looked up at him in the water, smiling, exactly like the dream he'd had; he swam around and turned lightly, his black hair flowing.He watched Loki almost obsessively, step by step into the water.The moment the water was above his head, Loki floated up to him, cupped his face, and gave him a soft kiss.

With each other's love, they can breathe underwater.

They hugged and kissed and sank and sank.He was so ecstatic that it seemed as if he had turned into a puddle of water; he also became water, and the water and the water blended together. There is me in you, and you in me, without any effort.

Then they continued to rise and surfaced.

Countless fireworks rose into the air at the same time, and Loki raised his head in surprise—it was the first time he really saw the fire that represented celebration and ecstasy.Under the gorgeous and noisy fire, there are roses all over the mountains; when the breeze blows, Asgard is full of fragrance.He was fascinated by it, took the petals in the water with both hands, and sniffed it gently - his curious and immature expression made Thor's heart ache and happy; he watched Loki take two steps forward involuntarily, stretched out his hand, As if to touch the brilliant light of the sky, as if to touch the brilliant future.

"Welcome home," Thor said behind him. "Like it here?"

Loki turns around.Under the fireworks, his patron saint was clothed in golden brilliance.

—and he went to him.

He was born in this world, walked through fear, pain, despair, and death just to walk by his side.

From then on, forever in love.

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