I did work for the All-Mother. Our agreement was that in service as Agent of Asgard, I would clean up the messes that Asgard's ruling set shouldn't be seen engaging with. For my efforts, recollection of all those evil Loki deeds would be stricken from history and memory. Erase the bad, forge a new story. A good one.
I outsmarted the entire narrative, and I was sure that my future would be mine. Not a past life's shadow casting over everything I ever do. The last thing I experienced before landing here was being greeted by another Loki, who had gotten the All-Mother's favor despite what I assumed was an air-tight deal. My own Mother, bartering my chance to crawl out of my hole because my supposed future self told her that he knew how to ensure Asgard's prosperity.
We're damned, regardless. You return to nothing. I return to a future where I lose.
Is this the moment for sarcasm sparkles?
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*But at least we have each other*:・゚✧*:・゚✧