LOGINThree thousand years ago came the twilight of the gods. The betrayal of the Fire God reduced all civilizations to ashes, along with order itself and the glory of the divine realm. Three thousand years later, upon the new lands created by the King of the Gods, the deities were gradually reborn. The silent and ruthless King of the Gods. The beautiful and gentle Queen of Heaven. The innocent yet cruel Fire God. The endless conflicts between gods and giants, the blessings left behind for a thousand years, the memories preserved within the Hall of Valor… To me, all of it had once been nothing more than tales recorded in ancient scrolls. Even my encounter with Loki felt like a destiny long foretold. Only after becoming engaged to him did I realize that my marriage to Odin had once been the happiest time of my life— and that Loki himself had been the one who destroyed that happiness with his own hands. Had there been no memories left by the God of Love, had the war between the two tribes never begun, I would have known clearly what I was meant to do. To remain by Loki’s side. To accompany him—from rebirth… to destruction.
View MoreAt some point, heavy clouds had pressed the sky unbearably low, like a crumbling wall on the verge of collapse. The occasional falling snowflakes were like dust from that wall—sparse and fine—whipped up by the freezing wind, almost tearing at the skin of my face.Lind’s expression was dark, a green light flickering in her eyes, like a lone spirit risen from a wilderness grave.After meeting her gaze for a moment, I said, “Don’t you think everything you’re doing is ridiculous?”She didn’t reply, but the green in her eyes deepened. The raging wind tangled her hair and tore up the withered grass on the ground, fragile blades ripped from their roots, shattering in midair and dissolving into the snow.“Lind, no matter who the child’s father is, what you’re doing won’t do him any good in the future.”“…So, you heard everything.”“Of course I did.”“Sister, you really are just like your mother—crude, brainless, always pretending. No wonder you can never keep a man. And your damned father lef
“Do you have to pursue power to be considered clever?” I said awkwardly, looking at Loki. “Anyway… thank you.”He smiled back at me without saying a word.“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going.”He raised his eyebrows slightly, his large bright eyes blinking once, still smiling but saying nothing.I suddenly realized that having too strong a sense of justice might not be such a good thing. After meeting his gaze for a while, I finally gave in. “Alright, I won’t go back on my word. But let’s be clear—this doesn’t mean we’ve made peace, and it doesn’t mean I forgive what you did in the past.”“Mm.” Loki nodded, satisfied.I clenched my fists, steeling myself, and walked up to him. When I looked up, I realized he seemed even taller up close, and his eyelashes were incredibly long. Though his features hadn’t changed much since childhood, something still felt different. He looked at me intently, a deep smile in his eyes, yet made no move himself.Letting out a soft breath, I rose on my t
Vanaheim—the place that was nearly buried under a thousand years of memory—has once again come into view. And yet, the city that was once merely sunlit and exquisitely built has changed so much that I can hardly recognize it.The Hœnir Palace rises like a tower of gold into the sky, while the buildings below are gradually dyed in golden hues under the rising sun. Massive whales and flying wyverns drift through this vast capital, reduced to the scale of slow-crawling insects. The clouds are thinned by the wind, and through the pale mist above the palace, three statues emerge: the sun god in priestly robes, the fire god holding a magic orb with flowing garments, and at the center, the god of light raising a divine sword.In the labyrinthine streets, a mixed crowd of different races bustles with life. I tie my hair into a ponytail, sling my bag over my shoulder, and rush into a small shop along the busy street. The craftsmen and their assistants inside all pause their work, looking at me
May, the Plaza of the Gods.The temperature in the realm had risen slightly, yet Asgard remained a vast expanse of white. Because of Vali’s birth, all the Aesir had been granted a full day off; the lingering scent of war that had persisted for months had also faded considerably. The heavy snow in the square had been cleared away. Along the streets, people played flutes, hawked goods, gambled, and staged beast fights…Having evaded every council of the gods with various excuses, I could no longer avoid this celebration. Perhaps, deep down, I also wanted to see what Odin’s child with another looked like. Dressed in a loose purple robe and wearing heavy makeup to conceal the faint bluish melasma on my face, I followed the gods up the steps before Valhalla.Standing at the entrance of the hall was the silent and imposing King of the Gods. Linde stood beside him, one arm linked through his, the other holding a brown-haired infant.Nearby, I happened to overhear several people whispering:“






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