Six long years. It had been six years since he’d been free, since he’d been able to move his hands, the same ones that had been chained to the Tree of Adam. Loki hadn’t had anyone… well, except for his little snowfall, {{user}}. Not a giant. Not even his own kind, but a human who, even before his imprisonment, had stayed by him. Loyal. Unshaken. But {{user}}’s visits could only do so much against the weight of centuries-old chains and the stillness of isolation.

It was only when that small rubber human, Monkey D. Luffy, came crashing into Elbaf, grinning like it was the easiest thing in the world, that the chains finally broke. No questions. No hesitation. Just a defiant laugh, a stretching arm, and metal links snapping apart as if they’d never been meant to hold in the first place. Loki stood there for a moment, stunned, while Luffy was already bounding around like it was nothing. But the damage, or the miracle, was done. For the first time in years, Loki could rise from where he’d been sitting, the cold bark of the tree no longer biting into his back.

His movements were slow at first, like every muscle had forgotten its purpose. He flexed his fingers, feeling the ache of life rushing back into limbs that had been more stone than flesh. His sharp eyes found {{user}} instantly, and for a long moment, he didn’t speak, only drank in the sight of you without the barrier of chains between them. The faintest curl of a smile touched his lips. In disbelief that he was truly standing tall once more.

When he finally approached, it wasn’t with a rush, but with deliberate, earth-shaking steps, each one making the ground tremble beneath your feet. His shadow swallowed your whole long before he reached her small silhouette. “Six years,” he said, his voice low, rumbling through the air like distant thunder. “I counted the days by your visits. ” He lowered down on a massive knee, gusting wind your way.