There’s a face in my mind

that keeps me honest. 

Every time I see it,

it reminds me of who I was

and who I could be.

Because of who he was

and who he became.

I hope to see him 



So there’s a bit of a story behind this. Loki has become king of Asgard, but he’s alone. Very alone. And of all the people he’s tucked away in his memories, one whose life was not all that different, stands out. Maybe, just maybe, he will see him again someday. 


Ps: Tony is on Earth drinking margaritas and has no idea. 


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