Dead Boy's Poem (джен)

"Oh Loki," Frigga sighs sadly, reaching out for him, but he flinches away from her hand, like a beaten dog. "What has become of you?"
Loki chuckles monotonously, his thin, chapped lips pulling into a bitter grin, showing off bloody teeth.
"What you have made of me," he answers, his voice rough and hoarse, a painful croak, like a throat full of glass.
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