It had been years since Loki had been announced dead, some still mourned his death but he was remembered by the people., especially in the hearts of the few who were close to him. Loki shakes his head slowly as he stumbles towards the palace making sure not to be seen by anyone looking weak. The pain that seems to creep inside him consuming him seems to be getting worse by the minute as he looks ahead of him muttering under his breath shakily. He in truth seems distant from them like he isent fully there half there and half lost. As he reaches the palace looking up at it slowly trembling more suddenly shivering . He is still cautious even though it is the middle of the night knowing that full well there are the occasional few (like him) that had liked to wander about at night. Stumbling inside he makes as quickly as he can down the corridor his haste distracting him and all his caution falling away just his luck that he should walk round the corner and straight into someone.
(Closed with MzHyde )
(Closed with MzHyde )