[center][h3][color=662d91]Loki[/color][/h3][/center]

The strong breeze carried with it the salty air of the sea. The sky was clear, and the sea was relatively calm. The lone man stood at the edge of the cliff, his black coat billowing behind him, as he stared into the horizon.

[color=a187be]"Jormungandr."[/color]

He spoke only one word. There was no sign of anything reacting, nor was there anyone or anything that could really respond to him on that rocky cliff. But he knew he was heard regardless. He took in a deep breath, smiling faintly as he did so. T'was better to be separated this way, rather than just killed outright, but it still hurts. It still hurts to be separated. 

It was fate. Predetermined. Unavoidable.

Utter foolishness.

He was not one to simply lie down and die simply because someone told him so. He was not one to simply do nothing when his life was threatened. He was not one to sit obediently waiting for the end when his own family would die.

Thus, he would defy fate. He would forge his own path, his own fate. But to do so....

Well, suffice to say some of his pantheon wouldn't exactly be pleased.