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Chapter 189 Loki Roars

Deep in the deep and bizarre dungeon of Asgard, Loki leaned on his recliner carved from star fragments, with a playful smile on his lips, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the thick stone wall and look directly at the new batch of "gifts" - those rebels teased by fate, who were stepping into his world in a dramatic way. Oh, Odin, you are really considerate, afraid that I would grow mushrooms from loneliness, so you keep weaving new social circles for me.

As these self-deprecating words echoed in the cold air, a warm whisper like the spring breeze quietly brushed past his ears. It was the Queen of Gods Frigga, with her unique gentleness and compassion. "Are my books not attractive enough for you, Loki? Between the lines, there is an ocean of wisdom and tranquility."

Loki snorted, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes. He was not one of those souls imprisoned by books. "You want me to spend the rest of my life relying on these ink words? Frigga, I am already an honor graduate of the Asgard Academy of Sciences, and getting full marks in all subjects is just a piece of cake. In comparison, my brother, who is more brave than wise, probably only respects knowledge beyond the threshold of 'passing the exam' except for swinging a hammer."

There was a subtle hint of pride in his words as he continued to weave the legend of graduation. "As for my successful graduation, that is another story. In the combat practice class, I single-handedly showed all the teachers what true strength is. Then I used a feast to make those normally stern-faced instructors find another kind of 'surrender' in the aroma of wine. After the feast, not only were they convinced, they also personally handed my graduation certificate to me. That scene was simply a big joke in the Asgard education community."

At this point, Loki's eyes became complicated, with both nostalgia for past glory and dissatisfaction with the current situation. "Even the simple-minded and strong-limbed Thor doesn't need such restraints, so how can I, the god of wisdom and trickery, be willing to be trapped by the pages of a book?"

Frigga's eyes flashed with helplessness and sadness. She sighed softly, "Loki, I have done my best to make your imprisonment not too difficult. Look around here, where is the shadow of an ordinary prison? The furniture and bed are all extraordinary. They are my care for you."

Loki sneered even more when he heard this. His gaze seemed to penetrate through layers of space and reach the distant heaven. "What about Odin? Will he toss and turn because of my situation? And Thor, will he think of me, his forgotten brother, every lonely night, with a heart full of guilt and anxiety?"

The long imprisonment filled Loki's heart with complex emotions. His desire for freedom and his complex feelings for his brother intertwined to form an indescribable force. "Why did my so-called brother take so long to come? Is there really something wrong with his kidneys, and he doesn't even have the strength to come to see me?" Loki's words were a bit teasing and bitter.

Frigga shook her head slightly, her tone carrying a hint of severity and pity. "Loki, you know very well that your current predicament is due to your own choices. But no matter what, you are still a member of Asgard, and we have never truly forgotten you."

Loki's anger intensified when he heard this, but beneath this anger, there was a deeper loneliness and unwillingness. "So, all this is my fault? You wove dreams with false promises, making me think I was born to be a king, but in the end I ended up like this." His words contained both accusations and self-reflection, as if he was having a silent battle with his own soul in this dark dungeon.

As the most independent prisoner in the heavenly palace, what Loki wants is actually simple and far-reaching - freedom, and the warmth of being truly understood by his loved ones. However, within these cold stone walls, these wishes seem to have become unattainable illusions. In the gaps between the stars, Loki holds a broken but brilliant dream - what he dreams of is not only the warmth under a roof, but also the throne sitting side by side with his parents, and himself, leaving an immortal figure in that glorious painting. But the reality is that every time he is teased by fate, his meticulous layout is like a carefully built sand castle on the beach, which is ruthlessly washed away by the waves named "Thor" again and again, leaving a mess in the end, and he is always the one who takes the blame. This unfair fate makes his heart colder than ice.

"Loki, the shadow under the crown of the king should also allow for self-examination of right and wrong." Frigga's voice was like a stream of clear water in an ancient forest, penetrating Loki's defenses, but also with a bit of sorrow. Her words were like a needle tip, piercing Loki's deepest pain. "In that strange land on Earth, your choice led to the extinction of life."

Loki sneered, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips: "Compared to Odin's sword that is swung towards the universe, what I have done is just the light of a firefly. That old fool can even confuse his own festival with his father's birthday, but I can count the secrets beyond the stars that even history books dare not record." Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly, and a trace of doubt flashed through his mind, like a light and shadow passing through the fog.

"Loki, don't let hatred blind your eyes. Blood is thicker than water." Frigga's gentle yet firm words were like a soft sword, trying to peel away the thorns in Loki's heart.

"He? He is just a name-giver!" Loki roared like a trapped beast, his eyes red, as if accusing fate of injustice. "He is not the 'father' I recognize!"

At that moment, a trace of pain flashed in Frigga's eyes, but she still stared at Loki calmly and asked the question that seemed to shake time and space: "So, I am no longer your support?"

Loki's heart trembled slightly under this gaze. He tried to make his voice sound cold and ruthless: "Yes, no longer." As soon as the words fell, the air seemed to solidify, and even the passage of time seemed slow.

With a heavy sigh, Loki used all his strength to break the light and shadow cage surrounding him, as if he had also cut off some kind of fetters in his heart. At this moment, Thor and his beloved were weaving their happy picture above Asgard. This sharp contrast made Loki's heart rage even more.

Just when this resentment was about to consume everything, an unprecedented riot suddenly broke out from the depths of the prison. A warrior wearing a shadow cloak and a mysterious mask tore through Asgard's solid shackles like a violent wind in the night, and every step was accompanied by the fall of guards and the collapse of cages.