Odin's life had held her back, so his death had released her. That was how things went.
And yes, Odin had been old. Old even when Thor was born, old when he decided to pick up discarded trash on Jotunheim and take it back to Asgard with him. But it was possible, or perhaps probable, that the time and energy spent on breaking Loki's spells had left him with too little even for the Odinsleep.
Loki had imagined, many times in the last decade, that he'd be happy to see or hear of the Allfather's death. Instead, it hurt. Not as much as hearing that...
That his father hadn't denied him, at the end, the way he'd denied Odin.
Loki, very purposefully, drained the vodka and deposited the empty bottle in the little trash can he'd arranged for the purpose. One was enough to start blurring the edges, for him, and he needed the edges to be more than blurred. "And thus Hela. I see."
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And yes, Odin had been old. Old even when Thor was born, old when he decided to pick up discarded trash on Jotunheim and take it back to Asgard with him. But it was possible, or perhaps probable, that the time and energy spent on breaking Loki's spells had left him with too little even for the Odinsleep.
Loki had imagined, many times in the last decade, that he'd be happy to see or hear of the Allfather's death. Instead, it hurt. Not as much as hearing that...
That his father hadn't denied him, at the end, the way he'd denied Odin.
Loki, very purposefully, drained the vodka and deposited the empty bottle in the little trash can he'd arranged for the purpose. One was enough to start blurring the edges, for him, and he needed the edges to be more than blurred. "And thus Hela. I see."