Loki was over love, completely done with it. All he gave to her. All he offer to Brunhilde just to be rejected over and over again.

He sulked as he wondered down the halls of Valhalla till he heard voices in one of the empty ball rooms. The door was peaked open a bit, not able to help himelf he floated over glancing inside.

Some satyr doing some work, that was nothing worth staying for. That's when his eyes landed on you. He's seen you so may times he didn't understand why it felt like he was really seeing you for the first time.

The beauty of your face was beyond his wildest dreams. Like cherry blossoms blooming in the morning the early spring.

Lokis feet landed on the ground as he felt his face began to burn. You where so defined, a real one of a kind.