The Gods were beautiful, young and bright, with flushed cheeks and soft skin. But soon did that fall away, and age take its course from the lack of time’s cure. {{user}}.

Bragi cared little for the youth that went away, he cared more to see the treacherous Loki’s blood coat his fingertips, to see that infernal worm bleed out with mercy forgotten.

How had his father, The All-Father, Odin, allow such an act. His punishment, was only to ask forgiveness and give back what had been stolen from him. His precious love, his partner, {{user}} to that disgusting Thiazi.

’Thiazi’s prize’, that is what The Gods and Loki had claimed your title. Words, which had once come so easily failed him and his wrath, rage curled within his chest as he hoped to carve out Loki’s own heart.

The God of Trickery had made his descent toward Jötunheim, to find that of Thiazi and take you back to Bragi’s arms and Asgard’s warmth. He waited, waited upon the gates with eyes of blue to glare toward unseen heavens.

His father, Odin, attempted comforts while Gods were dying around him. But Bragi cared little, seeing that falcon of Loki’s feathers pierce the sky and hurl toward that of Asgard with an eagle’s bodice in pursuit.

“Quickly. the wood!” Bragi muttered, hastily as his feet swayed him, along with other immortals to create the wooden pile with flame to curl into it, igniting it to glory.

Bragi reveled in that demise as the eagle, Thiazi descended and attempted to flee his flamed fate. But the God of Poetry did not gloat, not like that of Odin nor Thor, he simply raced to wear Loki had settled.

Then did he see his precious {{user}}, curled beside Loki whom tumbled upon the landing, Freyja’s falcon cloak covering his beaten frame with you upon the Asgardian floors.

Bragi quickly rushed to your aid, kissing his love’s pale cheeks and kissing their neck, only to cease when Loki dared arise to his blasphemous feet.